A Winter's Morn' Poem by Patricia Gale
A Winter's Morn'
Remnant of the lover’s swoon
Hanging high in the morning sky
Traces of last night's full moon
Gossamer glimpse seen by few
Sky of baby blue
Dotted with white billowing clouds
Steam rising from the river near bye
No hustle, no bustle, no crowds
Bare trees whispering for the spring
Cold breezes shivering to the bone
In the distant I can hear her sing
A beautiful sound and then off she has flown
Spreading her tiny wings
Free and gliding on winter’s chill
Hoping for the warmth that flowers bloom brings
Nature’s beauty written with a golden quill
A beautiful tribute to Nature this Patricia you are indeed a natural wordsmith
Patricia you certainly have the golden touch to be in such harmony with mother nature is a rare gift, my eyes once blue are turnig green 10 Chris
A paraxysmal of imagery decorates this stunnunly resplendent piece.... Drop me a line when you get a chance.I actually posted a new poem thius past week...First since October 7th.And it was by moronic accident on my part....long story, but if you have a chance...pop in & have a read''Four Score And Eight Years After Fatima''...Excellent work here on ''A Winter's Morn'', young lady. ~ FjR ~
Wow Patricia this poem is breathtakingly beautiful. There is not a line that fails to deliver a wonderful image for the reader to treasure. Thank you very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I adore poems on Nature they have such a font of stories to tell. Lovely piece with all the right contents. Loved it. love and hugs Ernestine XXX