"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
I do love those mornings of savage pink... they are so few, but on tuesday I bicycled to work in that marvelous light...
Don't measure, just marvel - how true Grace... A delicious write.
We’ve had quite a few savage pink mornings this week, Grace, and you’ve captured them in this poem. I love the phrase ‘ghosts the nights of faded ink’.
Looking at the positive, uplifting your spirit- definitely a better view.
Beautifully written Grace, I especially love ' i marvel at everysunrise, hint of savage pink' xxx
May this season bring you Joy and Peace!
This is absolutely stunning, Grace!❤️ I love; "hint of savage pink crowing gloriously of spring songs." Woww!
So much great imagery here. Loved.
Beautiful, poetic and inspiring.
With every winter morning comes the promise of spring!
this bring the warmth and lilt of spring to a rather wintry December!
What a lovely poem, you let us marvel along with you. I love the implication that you are not counting the days till spring, or simply enduring winter. So many people wish their lives away waiting for something else instead of marveling with you.
I marvel at the sunrise when it melts the crummy snow haha
To merge with the days and nights is a much better way of waiting.
"savage pink"..."nectarine heart"....love the originality of the language here, Grace, jolts the eyes and ears...JIM
Such a lovely poem! Love it.
I like your description of the snow in how it "ghosts the nights".
Measure of ColorsNo Time AsFlowersBloom WithinAs Dance And Song Free..:)
I too marvel at every sunrise - it's an opportunity to experience another day.Happy Holidays Grace!
A picture painted in words. Lovely.Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
"I don't measure the days" is a lovely expression for how to stay in the moment.
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