Showering sunrise
Rain swift and cool
Laying a wet blanket
Across me
Running to the car
“Don’t slip…”
I somehow hear.
Your chuckle
Following me,
Strong hand
Upon my hip
Protecting
Guiding
Is that possible
Showering sunrise
Rain swift and cool
Laying a wet blanket
Across me
Running to the car
“Don’t slip…”
I somehow hear.
Your chuckle
Following me,
Strong hand
Upon my hip
Protecting
Guiding
Is that possible
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Sometimes we chuckle at things that maybe we should not…
and sometimes it’s just wonderful to stand in the rain…
with hands on both hips…
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This day…there was definitely a chuckle and I loved hearing it, Michael. Maybe someday you can teach me to stand in the rain…
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Oh so gorgeous 🙂
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Love this one for so many reasons. Glad you enjoyed, my dear friend. Hugs to you. Glad to see you about. ♡
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Im getting caught up slowly. I simply need to find a balance between blogging and writing. Im not doing enough of writing and my deadline is looming, so my presence may be more limited than it has been.
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I like the description of fall.
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Thank you, John. Today was a long wet day.
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Long is good. Wet is good (for us Texans).
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🙂
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Yes it is!
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Smiles. Your ever the optimist… xoxo
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That’s me 😘
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Like a guide dog
On a busy avenue
Leading the way
Follow: know
Anything is possible
For you
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Your answer in poetic form is appreciated and loved, Jay. Anything…if only. ♡
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Pleased to do so. Humbled
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A lovely reminder of autumn and the glory of fallen leaves, amber sun, and rain, beautiful rain. Lovely poem, Audrey, lovely photo.
Are you teaching your kids photography and poetry? They couldn’t have a better teacher, you know.
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The amber sun…gorgeous, Poet. Love that image. If I inspired those words right there from you, then it is you who is lovely. Thank you, Shari.
I am teaching my daughter. She recently expressed a desire to learn how to photograph her feelings, which astounds me, since that’s what I do more than not. We were out on a drive in the country and she said, “Mom, see that tree over there? The one taller than the others, that’s me. I identify with that one…” She’s already 5’9 at age 12. A real redheaded beauty. She’s a poet. A writer more so, like you…she will do both beautifully. My son. We call him Pastor. He’s no poet but his empathy and directness is fine tuned.
Thank you..
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appears more
than possible,
dear sister 🙂
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Your view
Requires me
To sit closer 🙂
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Dallas and I LOVE shuffling through leaves like this! The swishing sound they make somehow transports me to childhood. And safety. Well done, ma’am!
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Oh my goodness, Debbie. I like shifting through leaves, as well. I had two large piles of leaves in my front yard yesterday. Took me hours to bag them all. I’m over the sound and cuteness of it all for now. Smiles. I bet Dallas is fun to watch. Careful those leaves don’t get stuck in all that fur. :)♡
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Oh, but they do! He brings them into the house, too. ‘Tis a constant source of untidiness having a furry dog. Sigh.
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Sigh. He’s so worth it. ♡
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Indeed!!
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