it is dawn
the mist is thick to the ground.
I walk along the track thru the forest,
overnight the mist spiders have been very busy.
gossamer threads string between trees and shrubs and grasses
making zany loops and circles and webs,
catching sun beams making rainbows dance.
wallabies pause from scratching nibbling snoozing to lift their heads
turn an ear this way that
liquid dark eyes observe my amble
reserving the right to flee.
the dulcet tones of the magpies lift and soar
too early to chat with the turtles at the dam
too early for goanna or snake or skink
too late for wombat and possum and owl
good time for yellow robin and whip bird
for lewins honeyeater and black faced cuckoo shrike
for wee thornbill and superb blue wren,
so many friends to sing to
to admire and applaud.
such a rich sweet start to the day.
the faerie embassy 
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This makes for such a pretty scenery!! Beautiful
D is for Dance.
Cheers,
Dream
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Rarely do words allow me to visualize a scene. Yours do, and make me wish I had the skills to paint your vision. Thank you. It’s a beautiful post.
D is for Deep Play
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thank you karen , it is great to hear that you are ‘seeing’ the story I am trying to tell, thank you so much for that comment.
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It sounds like a beautiful time and place – it’s a lot more urban where I am, but I can imagine what you’ve written very easily.
Leanne | http://www.crestingthehill.com.au
D for Don’t Give Up
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