It was god’s finest sculptress,
as the morning dew collected her jewels;
Reflecting underneath the arriving warmth
burnishing as an elysian sun dance…
Painting the infinity of daybreak with consciousness,
she poured her archways across the heavens;
Beckoning the inceptions of celestial infancies;
Birthing herself into the dawning twilight with surrender…
Offering the creation of beatitude to whisper in bird songs,
she reached with purpose awakening the zephyrs kiss;
Showering the gardens of her radiance onto meadows;
Delivering her canvas with fragrant perfumes…
Emitting over the luminescence of her Olympian gateway,
she arrives captured within the quietude of omniscient brilliance;
Consummating the earth with her glorious forge;
Dancing with cerulean hues across a vibrant sating sky…
You don't just observe, Vickie, you see within;
"...poured her archways across the heavens" is more than good,
it's a delight and it has the passion of 'big picture'
and that's just one of many exceptional phrases in
this first-rate piece.
Such an absolute treat for the senses...
Hugs, Diana...
Reviewed by David cox (Reader)
Reviewed on January 30, 2011
what a wonderull piece of prose and the background track makes it come to life, it brings a glow of warmt to my heart from all this cold, cold weather we are having.
oh and hey when are we going o your golden voice reciting some of your work again.
This exceptional book, Celebrating the Gift of Being Alive, has the perfect thoughts and words for birthdays, graduations, engagements, marriages, and any life celebration or family tradition.
Reflections and Nature Watercolors is a collection of Margaret's spontaneous positive thoughts in celebrating and reflecting on life and her nature watercolors.
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"...poured her archways across the heavens" is more than good,
it's a delight and it has the passion of 'big picture'
and that's just one of many exceptional phrases in
this first-rate piece.
From very rainy and greysky Singapore
John
Ever,
Christine
Peace and Love
Tony
Love,
Christine
And that last line...
Dancing with cerulean hues across a vibrant sating sky.
Yes. -gene.
Hugs, Diana...
oh and hey when are we going o your golden voice reciting some of your work again.
dave
Allen
Lovely as always,
Peace, love and light,
Amber