sounds like the only way to wake up
we were woken/waked/awakinized by a telephone scam artist (don't know how those turds can live with themselves) to see snow on the ground and a hundred hungry birds waiting for breakfast
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
Oh are you in usa
Yes I don’t answer numbers I don’t know now
Thanks for your re.. read moreOh are you in usa
Yes I don’t answer numbers I don’t know now
Thanks for your review
What sort of birds curious
we are in British Columbia, Van Island
The birds are mostly blackcap, some chickadee, crows, .. read morewe are in British Columbia, Van Island
The birds are mostly blackcap, some chickadee, crows, ravens, towhee, woodpeckers, owls and varied thrush
Robins, swallows and others will arrive when it stops freezing
2 Years Ago
Ok well only another month of summer here and winter there
Soon you will be feeling hot and .. read moreOk well only another month of summer here and winter there
Soon you will be feeling hot and sweaty working in your non snow yard
Oh what I would give to wake to the warmth of a rising sun as at present we are getting battered by wind and rain this to be replaced with forecasted snow in the near future:(
A well.penned piece Julie.
Hope you are well
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
Hi yes I heard on news re weather
Take care
I’m well enough hope you are too read moreHi yes I heard on news re weather
Take care
I’m well enough hope you are too
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The sunlight did such wonders for her soul! She beheld the beauty of her own self and that of all creation in a single frame. A poem so beautiful to read.
So lovely to be well connected so warmly to the sun, the planets, stars.... and lightning, thunder, rain; seems like all the elements fall deep into her core; to propel a spirit of relief, joy and a fresh look at life itself..the sun (brought to life) took pleasure in her delight
Vivid images.well penned
Best, B
To be greeted by a sunrise is the best way to start the day. This was beautiful, I could feel the warmth of those golden beams as they flowed through the window illuminating your eyes as they opened for the first time that day.
Amateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more..