Respite
There was sun churning
the frost to golden butter,
bitter night forgot, bird-joy
about the basking trees,
this morning of forgetfulness.
Respite
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Respite
There was sun churning
the frost to golden butter,
bitter night forgot, bird-joy
about the basking trees,
this morning of forgetfulness.
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Very uplifting 😊
Thank you!
I like
“bird-joy
about the basking trees”
That’s exactly how I felt a few days ago when it was suddenly warmer and sunny after it had been so cold. (We’re back to cold.) Lovely photo. I think that golden glow with clouds is beautiful.
Thank you 🙂 It’s freezing here at night and frosty white until the sun gets high, then it gets warmish. Strange how it oscillates.
It’s oscillating here, too.
😦
More lovely light.
The light is often so very golden.
Ours seems to be pink lately. I wonder why. Residue blown in from wildfires?
I’ve wondered that too. Sometimes the evening light is pink here too, but I’ve never been able to work out why some evenings and not others.
“There was sun churning
the frost to golden butter,”
I like the description in these lines. 🙂
Thank you 🙂 It seemed apt.
You are welcome. 🙂
Wonderful moment captured in your photo and, like other commenters, I really like the ‘churning’ line! Very much.
Thanks Liz. The light is so soft and golden, even in winter.
very very good
I’m pleased you like it!