I felt a need to re-visit this post from a few years ago. There is a magic about early morning at a lake in the north woods of Minnesota. Beyond words, actually, but one can try.
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Pink cloud band’s Purple tone Borne on liquid Swells Vanishes Golden streak announcing Sun rising Clouds gathering Sun dissolving Gone Then, faint Faint gray Faint gray waves Emerging – a pulse Morning Now, pale Yellowish-pink hues Lake silver-blue Calm Nearly glass© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins
In a dim light... 
June 11, 2015 at 10:19 am |
As you say Tom, the magic of early morning belies description, but your testimony, observing and recording the gradual change of colour and movement, to see, to be aware of, to give of yourself to the mystery, is enough, I understand.
June 11, 2015 at 10:51 am |
Yes! Thank you seeing thru the words. I always welcome your comments.
August 31, 2015 at 11:53 am |
Indeed. 🙂
August 31, 2015 at 11:53 am |
Pleased to meet you. 🙂