Monday

I am the watcher at the gates of dawn...


...where there is no eve, no noon, or morn.


(quoting Dick Richardson)

9 comments:

  1. "...I do not think, but float and stare;
    and of all things I am aware."

    Your blog just gets better and better Lisa.

    I think you must be very like me...is your head always in the clouds lol!
    Have a lovely week ahead
    LOVE PEACE enJOY
    Julie
    x

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  2. Julie its true! Thats why I never get any housework done! I'm oft found leaning on a broom staring out the window...!


    xxx

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  3. So awesome! Do you have this view EVERYDAY???

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  4. Thanks Pam!

    Jaderbomb - thats my upstairs window! Its a lovely place to have a cup of tea!

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  5. That first picture is stunning. That moment, just before the sun actually rises when the light is in the throes of birth... swoon...

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  6. It's ridiculous that this is all natural.. and all in your backyard!

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  7. I see my poem has got around :- )

    Dick Richardson

    Exmoor, West Somerset, UK.

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    1. Ah you caught us! Its a wonderful poem, thank you

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