Anna Blake Godbout
Notes from the Ridge
Tag: morning
Mornings (Will Never Be the Same Again)
Sunrise burns through the early mist,
warming me like a quilt forever shared,
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Late Afternoon in Early Winter The wood stove fire burns slowly, warmth seeps into ridges of a red fleece blanket that adorns my shivering shoulders. Outside the snow softly falls, swirls of silver and white cover autumn into bare branched silence. North winds howl,… Continue Reading “”
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Sun Dancer
From Journey On-a celebration poem for a stretching and dancing in the morning sun: Sun Dancer The dawn moon quiets my mysterious wonder into a deep palette of soft watercolors. In the concerto of the early morning sun swinging slowly, twirling in the wind,… Continue Reading “Sun Dancer”
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