Stealthy as white night with fingers twined about slender trunks, lingering over frosted blades. Caressing. Poised. Its embrace ethereal. Cloaking rock, stone and earth as it hangs, cleaving in vain before the advancing bright.
I shivered as I read your words and came back a second time to revisit them, this time remembering the icy vapour that shrouds all. I truly admire your strong lines Dale - wonderful.
Shiver..........!
ReplyDeleteI feel the breath of winter coming....
Beautiful words again, dear Dale!
Thank you, Val!
ReplyDeleteI drove to work through thick fog this morning. It got me thinking ...
poet!
ReplyDeleteI shivered as I read your words and came back a second time to revisit them, this time remembering the icy vapour that shrouds all.
ReplyDeleteI truly admire your strong lines Dale - wonderful.
Hey, Gina, I say the same to you! Even your prose is poetry to me!
ReplyDeleteHeron, it is good to see you here. Your words are a great compliment, as you are a poet who's poems I, too, appreciate.
Thanks to you both!
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