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Midwinter Musings
Midwinter Musings O'ERCAST The cold morning air, unwarmed by weakling Winter Sun, Stirred sere brittle leaves with an almost self-conscious whisper. The shadowless day washed with shades of gray listlessly reaches for an uncertain beginning. Chill damp still anchored in night and daring not to hope beyond the day steals through my corporeal self like carrion scavengers through an unmarked grave. If birds there be, I do not hear them sing, From no fading Cathedral do the matins ring The murmuring of meandering stream, wood-rustle sounds, Auger no great anthem of beginning. It is hard in these Mid-Winter climes to fasten back to more vernal times. Green leaves, bright laughter, joy-flushed and soul-sustaining, yet, even now beneath that earth cold-cracked and slow-subtle in its acceptance of itself, Life begins again its glorious renewal.. ............R. |
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12/22/2008 11:30 am |
Beautiful
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Well done My friend.
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Very nice.
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Well woven *warm smiles*
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