The moon was sweeping the stars away on this dark and frosty morning.
Stars that bright are only seen here, so close to the lights of the towns, when wintery air descends upon us.
Today at pre-dawn dog walking time there was a center line in the sky, bright, gleaming, glowing stars sparkling on the west, foggy blue-grey nothingmuch to the east with the moon holding court just east of center.
But no, it was the sun, wielding the broom from his hiding place just below the horizon. No stars now, just clear, icy blue skies with a narrow touch of lacy ice fog around the edges.
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It bears repeating!
Your blog . . . poetry . . You need to be published. Your connection to nature reminds me of Mary Oliver.
Great moon shot! I've never thought of the sun as a he. Or a she for that matter. The sky does seem to have more to offer, as a cooler season descend upon us.
Cathy, you are too darned kind to me! LOL, thanks!
Aurora, thank you. A lot of weird stuff goes through my head when I am the only one up and it is dark out. lol
Yes great moon shot!
I love the smoky blue against the golden leaf.
Shirley, thank you!
Beautiful, both your words and your photo! I love that you share so clearly what you find so wonderful in your surroundings. Thank you!
What exquisite moments! I love how you convey, in both words and photos, the wonders that surround you. Thank you!
Jacqueline, thank you so very much!
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