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Mon 5 Jan, 2004 12:50 pm
I rinse the night from my eyes,
watch as a deluge of icy
crystals whirl and settle
into soft mounds,
silence broken only
by squabbling birds scatching
Winter's crust for sustenance
their tiny vee shaped claws the only
imprint on virgin smoothness
soon to be covered by softly
falling feathery dew.
The blushing breast of a robin
almost lost in the blood red fingertips
of the holly tree, watchful as the
shadows of ravens swoop near.
My thoughts with Our Saviour
as distant bells proclaim
the miracle of birth.
cusick, You have a wondrous way with words, and you weave them beautifully. I am particulary fond of your first line.
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Letty thank you so much for replying. Maggie
Cusick, It is a disappoint to me that more people do not post to the Original Writing thread. Ah, well. Guess it's just the old "having nothing to say" syndrome.
cusic ========= your verses remind me so much of the winter mornings many years ago when I was up pre dawn to go to work as a milkman.
Times when blue tits knew how to peck their way thru the foil bottle top to get at the cream
Thank you oldandnew. There are very few milkmen left more's the pity. Maggie
yes milkmen have gone the way of the Tolpuddle Martyrs & been eaten up by the supermarkets.
Yes they are taking everything wether we agree or not. Maggie
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