6:19 AM Easter morning-- Seen through apple tree branches, the sunrise is caught just breaking over the tree line.from: Sunrise on the Hills
I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch
Was glorious with the sun's returning march,
And woods were brightened, and soft gales
Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales.
The clouds were far beneath me; bathed in light,
They gathered mid-way round the wooded height,
And, in their fading glory, shone
Like hosts in battle overthrown.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Happy National Poetry Month!
We'll have to call you "Bardman" this month I guess.
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ReplyDeleteThat's a gorgeous, interesting picture. I love the texture. Beautiful words from a wonderful poet, too-- I hadn't heard that one before.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post enhanced by the poetry selection. Thank you.
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