Early this morning when the fields
still lay under
a whisper of
white, the trees stood,
branches raised, a mute offering
in the cold hush
of day. Before
the sun begins
its long journey across the sky,
I stand too, held
by earth’s beauty
and quiet grace.
JDG
aholdingplace 
a beauty of a poem. read it over and over. peaceful and still. love that word still.
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Beautiful poem with a lovely peaceful feel, very well done.
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