wake to warming notes
as song birds echo through trees
and mourning doves coo
~
Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me
Entry posted in haiku & poetry.
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wake to warming notes
as song birds echo through trees
and mourning doves coo
~
Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me
Entry posted in haiku & poetry.
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Thank you for the share! It is always appreciated.
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This smells like spring!
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I am soooooooo ready for it! Thank you. 😊
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Hehehehehe me too!! You are welcome 🙂 xx
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😊😉
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Paints the picture of a beautiful warm spring afternoon… after having faced the wrath of the beast from the east, I really needed to think of the sun and feel nice 🙂 Thank you!
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Thank you! We just caught the edge of the beast, but it is bright and sunny today. I wish lots of that your way!
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you for the share! 😊😉
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Lovely ❤
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Thank you so much! 😊
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Lovely words and photo, Tanya. Really!
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Thank you, Jennie! I can’t wait to see those flowers. 😊
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🙂
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spring spring spring 🙂
XxX
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Yes! Yes! Yes! hugs…😊
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