“The Gloaming 2” by Randall David Tipton
deer emerge from the wood
wrens return to the nest
sensing wisely the safety
afforded by purpling sunset
when eyes of the predator
carry the least trace of trust
shadows gather like families
drinking the cool air of gloaming
that hour of graceful transition
a time to take stock mark the
blessings of nature detached from
the stresses of human-made life
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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EYE just watched a North American Flicker at My Stone Wall, fly to a branch of scrub spruce where Its Mate was waiting.
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I enjoy bird watching from my windows
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You capture both the mood and the situation to perfection
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much appreciated, mike
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Love This 🙂 I see, hear, and feel the Beauty 🙂
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thank you most kindly
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No doubt, the most beautiful part of the day, and most beautifully expressed . . .
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thanks kindly, peter
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I love “purpling sunset”. I feel the peace of the animals settling into themselves – a gift we humans seem to have lost these days.
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age helps us find it again
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Yes, it is one of the blessings.
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