I believe in the rush of a golden sunrise;
first the tips of the evergreens brighten, along
with the oaks and the maples that are tall and full
of wisdom, then slowly climbing its way down
along the horizon until finally reaching earth’s
padded forest floor where I stand waiting to be
among the showering brilliance of light with its
warmth and comfort, baiting me to accept what
the day may bring, or what I might make of it,
and willingly with a comfortable confidence, I do.
-M. Taggart
Beautiful.
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Thank you very much. Cheers.
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Wow!
If only everyday can be like this for me 🙂
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I’m luck to view this every morning as long as the clouds are away..
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I just posted a poem too! Great minds think alike!
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I’ll go check it out
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Thanks!
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You had me at the rush of a golden sunrise! Lovely imagery, Matt! 🙂
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Shucks. Thanks Susi.
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🙂
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