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
11 comments:
I would look forward to that morning spill. I'm sure it would be glorious!
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MMT
thank you for dropping, and leaving a link; i will visit
much love...
Wonderful you, always
Thank you for stopping by Lorraine
much love...
Whimsical and yet, immediately vivid,
Elizabeth
Elizabeth
happy you stopped by
much love...
SS
happy you stopped by
much love...
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.
Oldegg, thank you for your appreciations
much love...
I would love that morning spill too!
Anna :o]
Thank you Anna; happy you dropped in
much love...
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