February Day.
Rheumy eyed skies pick up
the chill of dawn,
pull fog draped curtains across
the day’s first breath.
A mist edged glow from lamp’s
last light softly holds the
frost below, and late roused birds
with ice-nipped voice, begin to
stir the air.
© sweetwater 2023
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oh, beautiful write
Thank you so much, finally moving forward from the ‘loss poems’ 🙂 x sue.
This is just my type of poem…perfect.
Featheredwing.
Thank you, that is so kind of you and means a lot to me. 🙂 sue.
Hi Gothicman. Thank you, it’s good to be back having hopefully found my mojo once again.
Your comments are very welcome and appreciated and mean a lot to me. Thank you. X sue.
well there is someone nibbing I see, this deserves a nib also. Good choices the other two recent nibs! this poem by Sue is good enough to be among Uka’s picks!
Wow thank you so much, after losing the heart to write anything other than sad words it’s extremely uplifting to find my work is considered worthy of a nib. 🙂 Sue xxx.
Good 2 c u always. Cool light verse. xoxoxox 😀 slc
Hi Stella, thank you xxx sue.