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Black and White, Dew, Florida, Flower, Loss, Morning, Nature, Photography, Poetry, Thoughts, Words, Yearning
The sweeping of Wings
Into candent Dawn
Welkin of turbid yellow
Punched with feathered fists of cloud-
Morn’s Pale Apparition lifts
Sorbile gems gleam in garland light
Kicked by creaking shoes-
Black starlings scatter
Beyond- a school bell’s keening
Slathered in mid-morning sun
Donning the Dew- slumping, careworn
Drenched in its memory
Eyes red with exhaust
Concrete dust and sun-baked blooms
Barbed thoughts pulsating-
Desiderium
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Your best yet…powerful, yet simply beautiful.
Thank you very much! I find the nature here incessantly inspirational, indeed. So groovy. Thank you for drifting in and leaving such a lovely comment! Many cheers lass,
Autumn Jade
Your pale morning sounds like summer. Beautifully so. I wonder how you would write a frozen white morning…
Oh my, I do recall those exquisite tundra-morns when I once dwelled in the North. Fantastic was the glowing of the rime those few hours before dawn- sky of bruised and hoary cloud, the snow fine like glass glitter, sharp statues of white easily kicked into dust and carried away by that penetrating, gelid wind, ah and the burning of every breath through frozen lungs, until numb, inhaling through layers of flannel, as I would meander along in search of a morning deer….the spruce trees would glow a pale lavender, those fine crystals of rime glittering, just before the dawn. It was fantastic. I miss it, aye that I do! So glad you dripped by and imbibed. What a beautiful comment you have bestowed. I shall have to do some brumal poems soon, indeed. Cheers!
P.S. I so adore your wintry photos. How I would love to be there!
Autumn Jade
Perfect winter words. Thank you. : )
words like a net…beautiful capture
Thank you! Had such fun putting it together, always a joy. Thank you for sluicing by and having a wee glisk; your wonderful comment is greatly appreciated! Many smiling cheers,
Autumn Jade