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Reflections

Sunday morning bright red sunrise Reflecting onto the clouds Constantly changes colors There are wispy striated Vertically that are cotton candy pink The horizonal ones have gone from The bright red to lightere and lighter Shades until now are salmon in color The roosters are exzuberant this morning Thanks and praise continually comes from Their throats through their beaks into the breeze They are telling the world that it is going to Be a great day Feasting in the beauty that was created Just for me years and years ago God declared this day to be mine To absorb his love and glory There is a very thick mist rising from The creek it radiating out and up at Least one quarter of a mile away The moisture penetrates giving life The clouds have changed to charcoal gray This happene in what seemed just minutes It is almost as though the sun started to set How many people get to see and enjoy The day at dawn and sunrise...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 11/9/2009 5:54:00 PM
Pretty scene. Vince
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Date: 11/8/2009 6:00:00 PM
Simply beautiful, elegant poetry... Sara, u are so gifted ... enjoy your poetry and thankxxx for your comments on my poems tonight... My intention is to write a poem for each one on the Soup who has so warmly welcomed me into this "family".. so look for your tribute soon... happy Sunday... Linda-Marie, P.E.P.S. "Sweetheart"
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Date: 11/8/2009 5:47:00 PM
This is very inspirational and uplifting. Beautiful...Best wishes, Sara:)
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Date: 11/8/2009 3:42:00 PM
A lovely written image of morning sunrise, Sara! And sometimes the change to dark clouds is really quick. Thank you for your comment on Passing Hours...Gert
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Date: 11/8/2009 2:54:00 PM
Beautifully written images here Sara. I love to watch night turn to day, if I don't I feel I'm missing out on something bigger than myself. Got that from my grandmother when I was young. Stuck with me. Thanks for sharing hun. Keep writing! Love Light Patty
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Date: 11/8/2009 1:56:00 PM
Wonderful image of a brilliant sunrise. As often happens in life, the brightness sometimes makes way to ominous clouds in "just minutes." I have a friend who gets up early each day just to watch the sunrise! He'd love this poem as much as I do. Love, carolyn
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