Poem Body
HUSHED MORNING (25th December)
This morning when I woke,
was grey,
I thought the night had stolen day,
but no,
it was the snow that bore the light
so soon after Christmas night.
When even stars were hidden,
and clocks of white spun down
around our sleeping heads,
making softest sounds
in hushed quiet mounds.
No sudden flight of doves,
all messages invisible
between the living things,
made pure telepathy
in winter's ear
an atmosphere
resembling the devout,
as we look out.
Comments
Love this
spontaneity dear Anna and the poignant sort of feeling.
Loved the enternal rhyming every now and then especially the first lines
there are too many lines that I like but my favorites are
No sudden flight of doves,
all messages invisible
between the living things,
made pure telepathy
Really loved the idea here.
Happy holidays dear Anna
Marvellous imagery
Doves as birds of peace not flying very worrisome in this troubled world
Thank you Frenchf and Rula,
Thank you Frenchf and Rula,
What more can I say, than that I felt I had touched
the strings of Winter's harp and heard the muted sounds.
Love Ann.
JUST BEAUTIFUL words
made pure telepathy
in winter's ear
That's one I know you can
That's one I know you can enjoy, your interest in physics.
Thank you, Ann.