Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Sun Breaks

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!

6 comments:

  1. We'll have to call you "Bardman" this month I guess.

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  2. They don't write like that anymore.

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  3. That's a gorgeous, interesting picture. I love the texture. Beautiful words from a wonderful poet, too-- I hadn't heard that one before.

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  4. Beautiful post enhanced by the poetry selection. Thank you.

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