The fog moves on...

The fog moves on...
Carl Sandburg
To understand any living thing, you must, so to say, creep within and feel the beating of its heart.
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
from The Human Situation: The Gifford lectures delivered in the University of Glasgow, 1935-1937 (1937).
Showing posts with label morning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label morning. Show all posts

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Morning sun muffled...

Morning sun muffled in powdery sea mist...
The day's fears and questions
Blur
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Thursday, May 19, 2011

Autumn morning on stage...

Autumn morning on stage...
Leaves of fire and air of ice
Crackle
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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

When a morning frizzles...

When a morning frizzles...

When the coffee spills and
The cereal sogs
When a trip over the cat
Launches a flying clunk with the glass door

Take a quiet walk in Nature with
Proper walking shoes...
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Thursday, April 7, 2011

First colours...

First colours of morning
First sinewy shapes of a new day
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