Observations / Day One
Winter Journal
White, quiet snow
Frozen fog at day break.
A captured moment through
womanly eyes.
Fluttering, chilly yellow finches
happy with seed.
Undisturbed tree swing buried and still
in Artic wind.
No child voice today.
Deer grouped together, steaming frosted backs
hoofing it carefully to a barren wooded shelter.
Ever so tranquil crunching.
Earth sadness covered in a fresh milk hue.
White, quiet snow.
posted by Patricia @ 12:48 PM
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This is lovely Patricia. Your words evoke the hushed silence that comes with a covering snow, as well as that elusive, empty feeling of sadness that is often there - so true, yet difficult to describe. The words are also very visual and descriptive, a combination which makes a flowing, charming poem.
Costello (who, believe it or not, knows of which she speaks!)
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