Helix

hi i do like this , maybe cos of the imagery nicely put together , reads like a piture, i like this,,,,,,,ziggy

Oh Orb of beauty pierced by sunlight dazzled with dawns awakening trumpet beams you make your presence, muse, step into pleasant dreams to ponder the hill, its bent, its fill of streamed content those melodies we love, sent from that sky above the world so spent, how beautifully you soliloquise Pamela you clothe us for this morning in gowns of words we stride out refreshed, renewed and happy. Just look NOW outside this big wide window to those hills all clad in frost, pink lit in the mornings 'cold' sunlight, then they turn white, each fir tree can be seen in the mass with its slight shadow beside, fading below into darker tones of colour where the upright birches take over in the foreground, their white barks shining against their dishevelled hair in rusty browns beneath, some bushes darkest green their base. Oh your lovely arc leading to the moon, its shape, the helices are spiralled round you words so gracefully seen. Ah 'tis good to be alive in such beauty, thank you Pamela you woke my morning reveries and so beautifully too. Ann of Norway

I am reeling in the feeling from this write. I needed something positive and beautiful today :) I particularly enjoyed the lines you set off separately and punctuated with exclamationmarks, they were uplifting, it was like a voice jubilating. Yours, ~Nina