Golden beams lovingly reach
through the leaves
and beckon me to hop on;
so far away is the day star
yet so personal, this dawn
to find me here among the birds
before the day’s bustle begins,
as I walk to pacify
the restlessness within.
Soon the light will flood the day,
cast down over all equally,
so for now, I indulge fully
in the personal cosmic intimacy
and climb aboard the silent ray,
let it suspend me for a while,
like a hammock, I sink into it,
and suspend all my heart’s trials.
Before the world comes alive,
I try to linger in these moments,
for the sun’s first offering
is always the most golden.
Poem and images from this morning ©LauraDenise
Laura Denise 
oh the rising sun
the only time
when one
can breath
the appreciation
for each new day~
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like a hammock, I sink into it….love this line and all the evaporation of a days stress this takes me…
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🙂 I just turned on site notifications for yours. I’ve been trying to think of a way to keep better track of my favorite writers/photographers. Duh! Now I’m excited! Lol. 🤗
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I was JUST trying to find that on my computer for yours! 🤗
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😍😄
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Perfect.
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Just a beautiful poem – hope, love and nature
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If I had three middle names, that’s what they would be! 😊💕
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Nicely put 🌸😊
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Beautiful, Laura!
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So glad you thought so, Susi! 😊💕
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🙂
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Beams, rays, flares…
to catch these in all their wildness,
and leave that wildness undimmed in the telling…
making the colours sharp like fiery ink from some cosmic pen.
I could wander these pictures a while.. and come out rekindled on the other side..
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Love these words of yours! 💕 If my images or words can rekindle, then I’ve accomplished all I could hope to using my gifts and passions. 🕯
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