Tuesday, October 01, 2013

1290


Back linking today to Sunday Whirl Wordle #128

Were a swarm of ghosts unbidden, gathered where patches of mushrooms grow, over yonder hillside edges, the tribe of Thumberlinas with their diaphanous wings, and fallen stars tipping magical wands would, albeit, in worship songs, exact sharp rays of sunlight in a morning spill

fern tips unfurl...
mystery of rain showers
unravel unseen

--gillena cox




85 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS

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12 Comments:

Blogger Magical Mystical Teacher said...

I would look forward to that morning spill. I'm sure it would be glorious!

Whirl of Disjointed Bits and Pieces

8:30 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

MMT

thank you for dropping, and leaving a link; i will visit

much love...

8:36 AM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Wonderful you, always

8:59 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thank you for stopping by Lorraine

much love...

11:36 AM  
Blogger aspiritofsimplicity said...

Very nice.

10:41 PM  
OpenID chasing-figments said...

Whimsical and yet, immediately vivid,

Elizabeth

10:58 PM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Elizabeth

happy you stopped by

much love...

7:21 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

SS

happy you stopped by

much love...

7:25 AM  
Blogger oldegg said...

I think everyone should get in the habit of giving thanks for every morning not only the Thumbelinas...and for poetry such as yours with great imagery.

2:30 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Oldegg, thank you for your appreciations


much love...

7:50 AM  
Blogger hyperCRYPTICal said...

I would love that morning spill too!
Anna :o]

10:02 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thank you Anna; happy you dropped in

much love...

3:57 PM  

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