when the thick grey mist
rises up from
the still dark blue water
as mirrored glass
to greet the dawn
there is no doubt
once the sun’s rays
burn away
the damp & dark
of passing night
bird chorus
will welcome morn
© April 2014
Renee Espriu
Image From Morgue File
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Beautiful poem, reflecting the morning Renee…. I was awake at 4am this morning.. and heard the blackbird start off the dawn chorus… it began misty but the Sun came out… :-)… Lovely .. Hugs Sue xoxox
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Thank you again Sue. You have been by so much more than myself and I will get caught up eventually. I do love what you post. xoxox
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Renee, please please do not worry about getting caught up. I know how busy and hard you work… Enjoy some time in CA and know you are loved when ever you get the time to visit me.. I treasure our friendship.. Hugs Sue xxx
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A delightful writing Renee, conjures up a beautiful image.
I recall scenes like this back in my younger days when living in the mountains.
Regards
Ian
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I love the early morning hours for this reason alone. The birds are so eager to greet the day…unlike myself…and I listen to them all and enjoy it. Thank You!
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