Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Morning's Breath

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.

5 comments:

  1. Shiver..........!
    I feel the breath of winter coming....
    Beautiful words again, dear Dale!

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  2. Thank you, Val!

    I drove to work through thick fog this morning. It got me thinking ...

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  3. 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.

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  4. Hey, Gina, I say the same to you! Even your prose is poetry to me!

    Heron, 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!

    xx

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