Silvered green and grey cloaked
smile,
Drooping leaves and chill held time,
Bird song crisp, and gentled call
Held in warmth … surrender all.
Frost touched earth embraces day,
Stretches limbs of darkened night,
Calls to being moments born
Whispers promise dressed as dawn.
Flowered secrets tease the wind
Caress with colour morning’s dream
And wait for winter’s icy breath
To lead the way to life in death.
http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2014/03/19/prompt-205-your-neck-of-woods/
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What a beautiful picture you painted with your words.
ReplyDeleteBird song crisp is lovely.
ReplyDeleteYour poem has a lulling effect on me.
ReplyDeleteI love the transition your write of, in colors and sound..the green from white...and the last two lines speaking of the promise of resurrection.
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