Softly whited halo hovers above valleys, hills, fields
floats among and through forest stands while
thickly wispy tendrils whitely finger up from many
ponds adding delicate fluff easily puffed away if the
breezes visit, but not on this magical morning
Clouds allow the rising sun to briefly
slap itself against some houses, whose
cold, long shadows in the rear cling to
what they can of a fallow field as the
sun splashes fresh, yellow brightness
between the homes until the sudden
cheerful light is shut off by the clouds
This is a photo shot of a comfy little dog from our July 4th picnic at a friend’s house. Her face says so much.
Low fog drifts among tall
new and used grasses, through an
unplowed field, creating a white lake of
bottomless tassel tops, while a blood
red cardinal eyeballs a
drippy, swinging birdfeeder
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Morning mumbling of
low thunder rumbles greet me
then robust rainfall
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