bold godrays emerge
and the flowers seem to dance
as the mist rolls by
Lined up to celebrate a brand new day
Flowers like spectators with their heads held high
Standing firm through the mists of time
Posted in response for Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt, Morning Fog.
Eugenia chose the image from artellliii72 at Pixabay.
The Mansionic Perspective 
Wonderful responses Tom.. New Earth is breaking through! 🙂
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The signs are definitely there, Sue… it’s just making sure the nonsense is being pushed out of the way! 🙂
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😉👍
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An uplifting and delightful poem, Tom! New dawnings are our future. Thank you for joining in.
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My pleasure, Eugenia.
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Swinging quickly by, as I emerge from the WP fog…
Here’s to a new dawn (about 7 hours late!).
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What’s time in Blogland, Chris? It’s always morning somewhere! 😁
Pleased you’re reconnected!
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That’s true… and it’s morning now (here, for another half hour).
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And midmorning here!
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The Noon Gun’s firing now!!
(okay, enough of the time checks)
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Good idea. I’m with it so far, but you know how confused I get where time’s concerned!
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😁😂
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I LOVE this!
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Thank you, Staarlz… just celebrating a new day! 😀
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I like your optimism 🙂
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