January Mist
By Sandra Fowler
Sometimes at night I hear small birds lament.
Dark notes that seem to second moon’s descent.
Cold is the color of a deep regret,
An etude perfected by winterset.
The world was music and it turned us round.
Stirred by the subtle atmospheric sound,
You gently sketched a snowflake on my face
Which shall be mine till light has left this place.
Such solace has the power to outlast time,
To lock a small bird’s elegy in rhyme.
Somewhere beyond the January mist,
The magic of our landscape still exists
Plenty of that here!
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No doubt. 🙂
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we call it ‘freezing fog’
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Magical indeed.
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Thanks Miriam. 🙂
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A beautiful poem dear Maverick …Be happy 🙂 💕
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Thanks Semra and I was happy today. You be happy too my friend. 🙂 💕
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I’m stunned by these words today, Maverick, for they mirror my post. And your first image I was just staring at and wowing. Beautiful all the way around! Thank you! ❤
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Thank you for your kind comment Amy. ❤
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That is a beautiful Cattle Egret ❤ I wish we saw them here more often! Love the poem too.
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Thanks Tiny. Wish I had more of your birds here. 🙂
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Wonderful shots of this beautiful bird, Maverick, and I love your poem.
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Thank you Jane. 🙂
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What a lovely post💞
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Thanks Seonaid. 🙂
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