July 25, 2019 by ebbtide * Poetry contentment, dawn, life, nature, peace, poem, Poetry, stillness, walking, wandering, wanderlust, wind 9 Comments the wind and I walked, and let the sun sleep in just a few minutes more, – just this once – so that we might hear our stray-dog thoughts before the interrupting layers of birdsong © Sarah Whiteley Advertisements Share this:FacebookEmailTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related
The magical moment of silence in the transition from night’s darkness to the morning light. Exquisite poem, Sarah. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Captured, the bliss of solitude.
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Something we all need from time to time 🙂
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Make that “regularly” for me.
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Oh those “stray-dog thoughts” occupy my daily thoughts.
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Funny how those are the ones that tend to hang around.
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Exquisite
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Serenity, yet with anticipation. Nice.
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Thank you! 🙂
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The magical moment of silence in the transition from night’s darkness to the morning light. Exquisite poem, Sarah.
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