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

12 comments:

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

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

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Gillena Cox said...

MMT

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

much love...

Lorraine said...

Wonderful you, always

Gillena Cox said...

Thank you for stopping by Lorraine

much love...

aspiritofsimplicity said...

Very nice.

Anonymous said...

Whimsical and yet, immediately vivid,

Elizabeth

Gillena Cox said...

Elizabeth

happy you stopped by

much love...

Gillena Cox said...

SS

happy you stopped by

much love...

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.

Gillena Cox said...

Oldegg, thank you for your appreciations


much love...

hyperCRYPTICal said...

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

Gillena Cox said...

Thank you Anna; happy you dropped in

much love...