Those mornings when the rain is hidden in forecast of the night passed; I go outside early to pull up a chair sit in my back yard and watch the daybreak into a splendid today.
I sit in the coolness of the morning in the tender gray, I swim undisturbed. My thought freely connecting with bird songs; caws, whistles, sounds new and old.
Soaking in the aroma of flowers in the crispness of a new day before the butterflies come out to play.
© gillena cox 2022
REVISIT
Challenge to use the line "In the tender gray, I swim undisturbed" in a piece of prose.
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Monday WRites # 374
HAPPY DECEMBER
You've heard about the Monday Blues
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well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).
