Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Morning sky

It's like a kaleidoscope out there as the sky lightens. I'm still watching the colors change. Soon to settle on light blue and white. 


5 comments:

ricpic said...

...And Then Where Would We Be?

Before eight and after four the light is magical,
From ten to two poetry takes a hike --
But if the light were always magical
The bland work proper to the bland day would take a hike...

MamaM said...

It would.

Between the magical and the mundane, we wake and walk.

How nice is that?

To do so is confounding, reassuring, inspiring and wearing!

ricpic said...

Mundane. A better word than bland. But it didn't come to me whilst writing. :^(

MamaM said...
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MamaM said...

But it didn't come to me whilst writing. :^(

Yet what came then was enough to inspire and connect, bland or otherwise! :^)