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“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields that it kisses them so gently?”
Lewis Carroll
Just something that I just threw together in the past 10 minutes... <b>Photograph taken by, Theresa Jodray<b> A poem expressing the beauty seen in the first few waking moments of the day.
Photo copyright ©2007 - Jill Eisnaugle A poem about the surreal spectactle we view at dawn. What a wonderful way to awaken the morning! This little guy was singing away, leaping with the joy of just being alive on this first day of Spring. ... “Without birds, where would we have learned that there can be song in the heart?”
― Hal Borland The beauty of nature surrounds us. We only need to look, to see her wonderful gifts.( A picture our lake.) My many years with Authors Den will come to a close in May, thank you to all that has reviewed of me, I hope you all continue on to your own end... All Our Mothers Are Precious Especially "OUR" Mother Earth <embed src="http://www.authorsden.com/adstorage/4750/Twili Zone.mp3"hidden="false"border="0"width="310"height="45"autostart="true"autoplay="true" l... "Arms Wide Open" Tree
Photograph by Kimmy Van Kooten
Color Optimized by Kimmy Van Kooten
Copyright 2007
As we all continue to turn our faces away fr... Hi friends, Let me greet you first and express my heartfelt wishes and gratitude to you all for being so helpful during the time I was under great str... Image (c) Kalinka Irina Martin Iglesias
(Thank you, Kalinka, for your permission to use this stunning image!)
Nacreous clouds are seen mostly in win... Better known as mother nature, at times torturing every living creature.
It''s really depressing watching mothers operations on the news. <embed src="http://www.authorsden.com/adstorage/4750/Shangrila.mid"hidden="false"border="0"width="310"height="45"autostart="true"autoplay="true" lo... Somewhere in storage theres an old Gerber baby food jar with ashes from Mount Saint Helen inside. As I recall...the smell is intact as well. I used to be able to look down upon this creek from my house when I was little. It holds special memories for me. Dogwoods in bloom...American Redbud just visible on the right...A glimpse of my front porch in springtime surroundings...A place to read, to write, to... We all are basically the same, makes no difference of race, creed or dollar. |
