It was such a beautiful evening, after a very chilly day. I stood on the rise in my back yard looking across into the woods and thought how inspiring the woods becomes at dusk. As the light played on the trees, changes occured right before my eyes. The following poem shares some of my thoughts and feelings.
Dusk… blushes every tall tree with the sun’s glow
Cold December air gently caresses my face
as I stand staring into the darkening woods
Nothing stirs
Birds twitter… huddling together in the cedars
Rabbits burrow down under the blackberry bushes
on a cozy bed of brown leaves
Golden shades turn to gray… then black
the sky dims
Dusk in the woods can be a spiritual experience
As all of God’s creation rests in quiet slumber
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I took this photo with my iPhone this evening, after taking a walk on the gas line…
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The Reluctant Poet 
Envy animals that hibernate.
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Oh, Girl you crack me up! Me too! How cool is that/???
xoxox 😘💕🌹
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Thank you Chuck! As they say, a picture can not begin to show all that is really there in real time.
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