I call them Milky Mornings, when everything is still,
And the colour's bleached from everything we see.
When cream and grey predominate, and the air is chill,
And they merge together, clouds and sky and sea.
The atmosphere is gentle; the swimmers in the pool
Plough up and down with hardly any sound,
And the baths, which are so colourful and noisy as a rule,
When jolly people bustle all around,
Are peaceful and reflective with their ripples all subdued
And the dazzle banished with the hiding sun.
I love these mornings for they seem to mirror my own mood;
They're a breathing space before the day's begun.
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Another reflective moment here:
"They're a breathing space..." I like that!
ReplyDeleteNice words and photo!
ReplyDeletethis is marvelous. I shall take my milky mornings a little bit more serious
ReplyDeleteSo huge space!
ReplyDeleteYou Got a Posty
Lovely shot and beautiful words as always, Brenda!
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your weekend!
Sylvia
Nice shot Brenda, thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteAll the best
Guy
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