Sun

Before or since golden sun. Earth exhaled orbit. Passing through leaves, sunset skies, to see as the birds arrive. Emotions be revealed: glorious golden yellow and gentle days went by. A red surge came, engaged with the sky. Flux of change to the darkened sky was reflected on the water veins. Piled on a water cloud beneath the sunset high. Birds do fly high, to stir over our space of golden weight against the sky. 07-25-21 Finding Your Muse. Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh. Title: Sun

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Duke Beaufort

Date: 8/9/2021 12:59:00 PM

It does indeed make for all kinds of really neat stuff to see. We are really lucky. Thanks for reminding me.

Kathy Bahr
Date: 8/10/2021 4:16:00 PM

Hello the daily dose. Maybe someday we can use the sunshine a little longer in the winter. Until someone turns it on a little longer. Thank you.