Nestled in the half-moon valley,
night clouds drift past
in rose-tinted skies.
Stirred by Earth’s turn
to the sweet milk of light,
the land awakens
under rain-soaked moss,
quiet as my heart
in morning prayer.
photo – Sandy Brown Jensen
Reading of “Sweet Milk” with music by Edvard Grieg.
Don — Short & sweet! Thanks for sharing.
Lovely imagery, Don.
Idyllic, Sightwise and Soundwise, Nobly Dulcet Don!
“…quiet as my heart in morning prayer.”
Nice, Don.
Nourishing. Thank you.
Don, the mention of dewy moss brings to mind the smell and freshness of the kind of morning you’re describing. Thanks.
don,
Sweet Milk Light describes those kind of mornings so perfectly. I can picture it so easily in my mind and almost taste it.. Thank you.
I love the lines:
“Quiet as my heart
In morning prayer.”
AND, Sandy’s photo is awesome!