Thirty-three degrees
Night rain glass beads on car door
Late April morningStill dew illuminated
Fog flowing soft over hill
weighted by stillnesstop step creaks with frost
Morning, chill fog expanding
gold floods the hillside.hidden birds waiting
quiet hillside wrapped in fog
trees golden with sun
Seeking?
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All human accomplishment has the same origin, identically. Imagination is a force of nature. Is this not enough to make a person full of ecstasy? Imagination, imagination, imagination. It converts to actual. It sustains, it alters, it redeems!
— Saul BellowThe Cat Cam
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Beautiful picture to go with your poem.
Beautiful poem and picture. :-)
Thirty-Three degrees over my way is hot baby real hot …
nice words here Lassy X
LOL 33°F didn’t fit