Mist precedes morning light
rises off summer warmed lake
the loon’s call floating on a breeze –
forever a cherished slice of life.
(For Reena’s Exploration Challenge, Ragtag Community’s: breeze, and Fandango’s One Word Challenge: mist. Image from personal collection.)
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Every time I hear a loon, I feel privileged. Definitely moments to cherish.
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You put freshness into my morning V.J.
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So beautiful V.J.!
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That is a fabulous gift to us.
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Thank you!
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My pleasure VJ
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Beautiful! Transports one to another world.
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Prompted by you! Thanks.
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
On the Lake ….. by VJ Knutson
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To hear a loon is lovely, as well as your poem, V.J.
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Thanks Eugenia!
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You’re welcome. V.J.
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