Frost ferns creep across the glass;
there is beauty
in the cold of morning
when breath mingles with the mist
in intimate abandon
and the sun wears a bridal veil
blushing gold at her reflection.
Across the rain-damp altar of earth.
petals fall like confetti,
pale pink kisses
baring the seed of summer’s fruit,
promising abundance.
Feathered handmaidens
sing the paean unseen
in the mirror of perfection
as a goddess stirs.
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
Frost ferns creep across the glass;
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Lovely, Sue.
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Thank you 🙂
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That is a beautiful image Sue – nothing like and early morning sunrise to start the day
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I see most of them… which, as you say, is a perfect start to the day 🙂
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Great images, well chosen words, painting a beautiful picture.
Evelyn
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Thank you, Evelyn.
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captivating first line
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Thank you, Paul 🙂
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I understand that this is your by?
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Yes, this is my own writing.
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Great, full of admiration
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Thank you.
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So beautifully put and photographed, Sue. Truly lovely. 🙂
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Thank you, Eliza. 🙂
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