So blue the morning
rises from the frost
dark the water
beneath the ice
still the world
behind cold glass
unfolding.
Blue
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So blue the morning
rises from the frost
dark the water
beneath the ice
still the world
behind cold glass
unfolding.
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This writing and the photo is every shade of blue, shot through with the cold of winter!
It was so beautifully delicate this morning. Even if it was freezing cold!
Beautiful view
It is, even in the cold 🙂
Beautifully penned and wonderful imagery.
Thank you 🙂
Pleasure. Have a great day.
You too 🙂
Thanks.
You captured it! That winter blue that makes getting up and out worth it. Lovely
I prefer just looking at it 🙂 There’s not much will get me out in the cold!
Sublime…💙
xx
This is so uncanny (but not) 😀–that I’m just seeing this post from you, and I wrote about blue today, too.
Your poem is lovely–I feel that stillness–and the photo is beautiful.
When I saw your poem, it honestly didn’t occur to me to wonder. It was just Merril writing about the Blue we were both supposed to write about.
Your blue photos are so lovely, I thought I’d try to capture a bit of my blue too 🙂
❤️. I told my husband, and he said something like you should be used to it now.
We should, and I am, I think 🙂
🤣
Gorgeous. I love the blue tones of winter.
I love the way it looks…
It’s impressive how the weather inspires you. But then, your sky is different ever day. It’s surely helping.
It’s because there’s so little between it and me…
This is a wise response. That, and your poem rocked.
-David
Thank you! For both comments xx
Once again such amazing colors of layered beauty. The clarity of the sky holds the words in stillness. (K(l
Yes, despite the haze, the blue is so pure. Chilly but beautiful.
Love the “unfolding”. Like my bones on every cold morning. Lol In winter i am always feeling like 100+. Michael
I know what you mean 🙂