Driving east in the semidarkness, I crest a hill to find the sky floating over the Sierras in wide ribbons of rose, gold, teal. Morning is heading west to meet me.
Amy, now when I see the sunrise cast its glow on the western mountains outside my windows, I'll think of your words. "Morning is heading west to meet me."
Amy, now when I see the sunrise cast its glow on the western mountains outside my windows, I'll think of your words. "Morning is heading west to meet me."
ReplyDeleteSo visual -- something about the phrase "crest a hill" and the word "floating" and "ribbons" -- I like it.
ReplyDeleteAmy, this is truly wonderful -- I'm speechless. It's a pleasure to read your words.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis is breathtaking.
ReplyDeleteI love the concept of morning heading west to meet you... how lovely!
ooh, that's a lovely image. Great writing. :-)
ReplyDeleteStunning! Your words all over this blog are full and comfortable. thanks for coming by my place and leaving a comment.
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