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Winter Walking.
Swirls of misting breath arise
encircle now the silvered trees.
Somewhere in the silence, hidden
comes the crunch of frost's sharp teeth.
Gathered here along the bough
await the fluffed-up few,
untill, upon their rime dipped wings
they'll heed a songster's cry
to rise up through the whispered shade:
become a speck in heaven's eye.
Nice
Frosty! A nice winterscape. Especially, "frost's sharp teeth" "their rime dipped wings" and "rise up through the whispered shade:" Here are images to plumb for meaning and live inside for a while. An elevating stroll though soul originated definitions. Basic. Undecorated emotion unleashed and set to fly. Well writ - Lady A -
Thank you I really appreciate
Thank you I really appreciate your words as I wasn't too sure about this one. Sue.