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What a chill touch Madame Morning has, But what lovely chords struck by my muse: the robin, or, the effervescent chickadee! And look, over by the birch tree, A charcoal fox prances in dappled light, While raven wing darts between a delicate line of sight. What fervor portrayed in the trembling day! What majesty! How subtle is the music sung by broken silence, How divine! For within the beating chest of the Morn’ there lies a precious balance, Between those that sleep, the precarious quiet, and- The gentle sun, praising the awakened chickadee! The brave amber breasted robin! They sing for me amongst budding greens, and rest upon a window sill, Reminding me once again: Mine lady of the woods has beauty wherever one may look!
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May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC
The birds
What a chill touch Madame Morning has, But what lovely chords struck by my muse: the robin, or, the effervescent chickadee! And look, over by the birch tree, A charcoal fox prances in dappled light, While raven wing darts between a delicate line of sight. What fervor portrayed in the trembling day! What majesty! How subtle is the music sung by broken silence, How divine! For within the beating chest of the Morn’ there lies a precious balance, Between those that sleep, the precarious quiet, and- The gentle sun, praising the awakened chickadee! The brave amber breasted robin! They sing for me amongst budding greens, and rest upon a window sill, Reminding me once again: Mine lady of the woods has beauty wherever one may look!
I woke up this morning to bird song, a fox outside, and the sun on my face- it was so pleasant I had to write about it. You never know how much you missed birds until they leave for the winter!
#spring#birds#nature
PureClover
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PureClover
17/F/Central Alaska
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC
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