Through the cedars

pink dawn
Pink dawn peeks through the cedars
In the stillness of the day stirring
My soul reaches for yours
And wants to rest
Just lean and feel it

Feel life and love in quiet hums
Have distance disappear in a touch
Doubts removed and scars smoothed
In its bubble my love dreams
As it rises to ride a trail
In a sleepy blue sky.

morning trails

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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24 Responses to Through the cedars

  1. Randstein says:

    I could swear that’s a disheveled garden sprite to the left of the first picture. He has a wide mouth open smile as he points to the right. You snapped that picture at just the right moment. Sprites are so hard to get them to stand still for a photo. Nicely done, Em. πŸ˜‰

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  2. Suzanne Richmond says:

    Lovely!

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  3. You write the words the rest of us dream of writing.
    And you do it in a way that we cannot even imagine doing.

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  4. arjaybe says:

    Trees black against a dusky sky is one of my favorite things. Also leaning in and feeling the distance disappear.-)

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  5. PapaBear says:

    The first pic, Emm…, what a beautiful window for the dawn. And from that peace and beauty, it morphs into chaotic contrails…, so like life !!! πŸ™‚

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  6. john zande says:

    In a sleepy, busy blue sky. It looks like a game of Snakes and Ladders up there πŸ™‚

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