Taste The Morning Fog

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November is gray and gloomy.

A changeable wind pushes the smaller cars

Drunkenly about the high way.

No need to shade one’s eyes from

The Golden October light.  It’s gone.

A glowering darkness falls bringing

Cold damp.

There is a chill in the morning fog.

But stepping outside my backdoor…

That divine scent!!!

Blown hither and thither …

Tasting the fog … Ahhh

Is that apricots?

The Tea Olive is blooming.

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21 comments on “Taste The Morning Fog

  1. Ditto me all of what everyone else has said so far.
    Hmm reminds me of some late night walks past a neighbor’s yard there all sorts of different flowers bloom at different times. On a damp foggy night–well, you clearly know just how I ‘feel’ then.

    O, Bear, we’ve had a little chat over at Willow’s place about Emotions–posting perhaps Friday thru Sunday to allow more time. AND either adding a fourth day to postings considering several things for everyone’s benefit—or perhaps posting on certain days like Wed and Sunday. I’m open and the extra day between posts is mine. Which is neither here nor there in the grand scheme of thng. But it does reflect my wish for a little more time between theme posts. Would like to get YOUR input very much once you’ve run it around your braincase a bit.
    I’m going to drop the same lines over at Johnny’s blogcasa too.

    Oh, I like the papa poem too.

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    • I am sitting this go-round out. It is one of the options we all have….okey dokey 🙂 I think it is your choice next. Is Tuesday the 12th good? I’ll be posting again, soon, and checking in now and again. XXOO

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  2. cindy knoke says:

    this is lovely and so evocative of fall. bravo~

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  3. willowdot21 says:

    This is a deliciously evocative post Bear! xx

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  4. simon7banks says:

    No idea what a Tea Olive looks like, but that description of autumn is brilliant.

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  5. Miranda Stone says:

    This is beautiful! Such rich imagery.

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  6. Every moment has different taste, yesterday was not today and tomorrow will be another day.

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  7. Deborah says:

    So sensual. I feel like I am there. I can taste it. The scent of apricot and tea blossoms call me to embrace the new day! Thanks, Bear! 🙂

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