Just before the sun comes up
When the sky is grey and the earth still black
Or when a lovely, wet grey cloud sits down on the land
I can feel the God(s) at work, walking among us
Then as the sun starts arriving–the magic grows stronger and stronger
The first shafts of light trim the horizon; the very air starts singing with the ancient songs of Earth, Wind, and Sky.
My heart, my mind, my soul lifts my personal melody of joy blending into the tingling vibrations surrounding everything.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 
You are so poetic, Linda. I often wondered if you ever thought to put a collection of these into a book?
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I do, but the process of the book over-whelms me so I stop 🙂
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Small bite, Linda. I’ve been collecting chapters of my memoir for years. I think I’ll have more time for it soon.
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Thee are the posts I was referring to–ephemeral, etherial, tantalizing, etc. A completely unique and fascinating way of experiencing the dawn. Many thanks
Love,
K. Kay
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The Beginning of the answer to Hope! 🙂 Love you K. Kay.
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You are such a heart-stirring poet, Momma.
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You are kind. Hugs
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❤ ❤ ❤
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Melody of joy … how lovely 🙂
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🙂
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That’s a beautiful time of day when everything wakes up!
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I think so too! 🙂
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