Sunday morning by relishthejourney
About Me
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- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
2 comments:
Is this near where you live? You are a pretty terrific photographer ya know!
I think that was in England. Not my pics, most of 'em. I just have a good eye, and the internets is a *feast*!!
xox
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