Every morning is so unique as you say and I am just so glad I am alive in the moring. Sometimes I sleep in and don't enjoy the sunrise but I know it is alays there. The mountains are beautiful and I enjoy them when I go traveling. Nothing like loving nature and glad you could write about it so lovingly.
Rebecca, this is the kind of poem that makes me feel warm and secure, that all is well and beautiful with nature!Splendid poetry! A keeper for me, thank you!;-)
Thank you for taking me back to the mountains...lived in Salt Lake City in 1980, surrounded by the Ouintas, Timpanogas, Wasatch and the Avenues...you bring their beauty vividly to mind. Thank you, this is beautiful.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
hugs
Fee
Walt
Love,
Eileen
Thank you for taking me back to the mountains...lived in Salt Lake City in 1980, surrounded by the Ouintas, Timpanogas, Wasatch and the Avenues...you bring their beauty vividly to mind. Thank you, this is beautiful.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.