Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Frosted lawn

The night had kissed
 with silver tongue,
the tufts of lawn,
and grass, to leave
in shining, frozen dew,
a grace, which
could not last.

3 comments:

  1. Made me think that sometimes certain experiences/occurences are beautiful while they last - however, the lack of permanency also brings with it a level of mystique and a longing for 'the next time'.

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  2. I think and feel we appreciate things when we know they will not last - that's my experience anyway.

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  3. Which is pretty much what you said AC ....

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