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The boy and dog stand in stillness
On the waiting road. Night’s embrace
Cloaking them in darkness no less
Than invisibility. They face
North and feel the first cobweb kiss
Of snowflakes borne on feathered air.
He will always remember this;
The boy and his dog, standing there.
Nomad Omnia
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Saturday, February 28, 2009 |
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Sunday, March 01, 2009 |
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Comments about this poem (First snow (version 3)
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Nomad Omnia
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Sandra Fowler (10/1/2009 12:53:00 PM)
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A beautiful word picture.Whitness makes its
own light. You are a poet worthy of the name.
May every snowflake, for you, be as eloquent
as a poem thought.
Warm wishes,
Sandra
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Jacqui Thewless (8/21/2009 8:31:00 AM)
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- very nice to read a sequence of revisions, Nomad. And the images call Wordsworth's pastorals to mind. Cool.
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Sally Plumb (3/11/2009 1:33:00 PM)
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You are fond of snow.I think its beautiful too.Take a walk with my'Underfoot'if you have a spare minute.
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