A cold but bright morning in Normandie, Northern France
Orangey the landscape for 'tis just past the dawning,
On a background of blue clouds unhurriedly drift on their way,
Heralding the start of a new winter's day.
Slowly the sun rises through the trees shining bright,
A glowing crimson orb transforms all our darkness's to light,
The illuminated vista brings warmth to my soul to my being,
Rheumy old eyes enjoy the depiction of beauty they're seeing.
Chilly the winter's day for the sun provides no real heat,
But a dry and a bright one is still a pleasure and treat,
There is still work aplenty for a winter day such as this,
To be outside on a November day is just too good to miss.
Poetry by Albert
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Written on 2005-11-14 at 09:29
Tags Reflections  Pleasure 
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A Cold Winters Morning
Cold, bright and crisp awakes the new winter's morning,Orangey the landscape for 'tis just past the dawning,
On a background of blue clouds unhurriedly drift on their way,
Heralding the start of a new winter's day.
Slowly the sun rises through the trees shining bright,
A glowing crimson orb transforms all our darkness's to light,
The illuminated vista brings warmth to my soul to my being,
Rheumy old eyes enjoy the depiction of beauty they're seeing.
Chilly the winter's day for the sun provides no real heat,
But a dry and a bright one is still a pleasure and treat,
There is still work aplenty for a winter day such as this,
To be outside on a November day is just too good to miss.
Poetry by Albert
Read 2192 times
Written on 2005-11-14 at 09:29
Tags Reflections  Pleasure 
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