Mist gently strokes a glassy face
Riffles trickle along
her cheek
Hidden treasures huddle in depths Holding pecking order on lease
Shadows sway on mottled beds
Glancing sideways in
the know
Winter crunch rings underfootFrost sprinkled over meadow
Cradling gifts of silver
thyme
Plump Redbreast tags along
All observe the
source of life
Mother natures
hanging on
Dogged pulls swing
side to side
Breath breaks your
frozen dream
Scented palms engrained
forever
By the lady of the streamThought I'd share this with you all, hope it takes you straight to the riverbank
2 comments:
Nothing trite here. Captures mood and atmosphere with its imagery. On this, a cold snow hardened morn, I am almost on the river bank experiencing the day.
Well thanks for your kind comments I just fancied a crack at writing something - creative juices were flowing (whiskey). Just one comment makes it worthwhile.Perhaps try another next year.
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