Early morning frost Piperstown. Who can control the impulse to write at times?
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| Frost Piperstown |
Early morning frost underfoot,
you can smell the land,
ground twists of turf and moss-coated rock,
pulsating from this jagged place.
Like a seasoned seductress,
leisurely undressing by the light of day,
and always the bird song,
falling like drops of rain.
I love the way the poem travels from earthy heavy underfoot to light - the last two line in particular are wonderful -
ReplyDeleteand always the bird song,
falling like drops of rain.
Oh, I like this socks :)
ReplyDeleteAnd great minds think alike, I was taking pics of the beautiful frost too - unfortunately, I didn't notice the car a short distance away ( winter sun had me slightly blinded), only spotted the car after taking the pic - so it looked like i was crazed stalker or private detective taking pics of strangers cars... morto.
Thanks guys.
ReplyDeleteNow that goes beyond good. That's fantastic. What I wouldn't give to take a photograph like that!
ReplyDeleteThe poem is good, but again, the last two lines rise up above mere good. Super post.