February Dawn.

Rheumy eyed skies pick up

the chill of dawn,

pull fog draped curtains across

the day's first breath.

A mist edged glow from lamp's

last light softly sweeps the

frost below, and late roused birds

with ice-nipped voice, begin to

stir the air.

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Mello Lines

They sing to me. Enjoyed. :D xoxox - slc


 

 

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Thank you x

Thank you x

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"Rheumy eyed skies" --- beautifully descriptive

You have returned again with a vengence.  Your absense served your poetic nature well.  Stephen

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Thank you Stephen, I must be

Thank you Stephen, I must be getting my mo-jo back at last. :-)