Morning frost and Sunday melodies. 

Morning mist sweeping through quiet streets, kissing frost embraced blades of luscious Green grass as a pale sun hides from sight, gathering Sunday morning thoughts on gentle melodies of songs gone by. And I watch the magpie, watching me and I know the ancient symbolism of its soul like the back of my expressive pen that pours ink haphazardly across the blank canvas of a soul awakening, sleeping, awakening and I hear the whispers of higher thought calling through droplets of dew quenching a thirst I cannot see and she is gone, her song echoing still…I watch the mist curling, swirling thick and heavy as an ancient, Druid perhaps, corner of my soul awakens at the soft call of home.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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One thought on “Morning frost and Sunday melodies. 

  1. Wowww!!!!! Reading it was like a reverie.. loved it, felt it, experienced it vividly.. it was like the words had magic to transport you to that dream like place!
    Amazing! Keep it up!😊
    Please do check out my work whenever possible. Hope u like it 🤞😄

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