Winter


The melting moon has spent
all its expensive emissions
on cellular mass calls for dawn.
Bright nimbus of winter distortion
warps the distance into glass,
transparent drops softly freeze
in white subtle oblivion.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-01-09 at 12:52

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penfold18
Beautiful words creating beautiful images well done Bob :-))
2006-01-09


Zoya Zaidi
"transparent drops softly freeze
in white subtle oblivion."

-Make beatiful patterns
on the window panes,
Ferns of icicils drop,
From the frozen boughs,
My heart warms up to the
Winter- frost...
lovely piece Ben!
xxx, Zoya
2006-01-09