I love the music of the early morning, and
When the choir sings in the evening.
I Love both times—I really do!
Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,
Linda
The days are gradually growing longer, although one really can’t tell as of yet.
With what glittering daylight we had over Christmas,
Was filled with clear and unclouded joy-sprinkled
moments in the brittle air.
Each second was spent with bursting joy
Adorning the day and into the night
A Special Christmas Cheer.
Thankfully, for a small spell, the farm was under an enchantment; full of incredible bits of time with family.
Contentment Abounded here.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
The earth wakes up to each day sheathes in pinks and lavender. The light swirls around us like fairies, lighting on each and every thing…sliding down to lift up the browns and greys of the slowly fading night.
Then evening comes slanting the rays of sunbeams splashes rosey hues on the foothills of Grand Mesa
The dusk heighten in all the magic colors of the clouds, lighting the land in jewels:
burning rubies on the foothills, deep shadows of sapphire and amethyst
Smokey topaz, splashes of emerald trapped between burning orange and gold within the clouds
In the distance I hear early calls of the Coyotes…coyotes live forever, you understand.
Together Boomer and I walk upon the land; listening and watching, as the air cools on velvet wings.
From my world to your heart
Linda