Silence has a scent.
It’s where dust settles and breezes still.
Where dew merges with mists that haunt the horizon.
Gravity chills and time stretches its sentence of a second.
Spectators shush. Lungs pause. As eyes blink to clear awakening visions.
All for this taken-for-granted daily moment …
Sunrise.
(50 words. Photo is mine.)
Rural Romantic Ramblings 
Picture and the poem compliment each other. Very beautifully written. 😊
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This is so rich and evocative Mel – fantastic picture and the perfect words to accompany it. I love the line that ends “…mists that haunt the horizon”. Brightened up a very grey morning here in the Mother City 🙂
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Thank you Nik. This photos has graduated to one of my favorites – because mist is rare in this region.
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Thank you so much for the compliment. It’s appreciated.
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