Fog hovers above the lake
and moves along the shore
like a live thing.
In the distance,
the docks are barely visible,
ghostly even.
The oak trees beyond my porch
sit motionless,
watching for the sun.
A cool morning in July
feels as rare as this spot
hidden in the Ozark Mountains.
The birds sing a thousand songs
as everyone sleeps.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Musical Pairing:
Danny Wright – White Lyte
Even your words are peaceful Talya! Perfect musical pairing.
Thank you Colene.
You said it just right. So peaceful.
Morning has broken……….on the lake……….
Lovely and I agree, peaceful. I hope every day will begin with peace and move on to joy!
Inspiring imagery and thoughts, Talya. The unexpectedness coolness in the midst of summer is always reason to rejoice. 🙂
Blessings!
Thank you Martha. Yes, a real treat!
What a nice thing to read first thing in the morning…
🙂