Mark R Slaughter


Mist Upon the Placid Morn


Bleed out your beauty, Autumn –
Give up a gentle wrist, and smear
Your bloody hues atop the green.
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  • Harindhar Reddy (10/27/2011 7:47:00 AM)

    Wow! I wonder what beautiful autumn, what beautiful poem and what beautiful message by the poet. It is my honor to read these ethereal line flowed from the heart of the poet. Highlighting nature is always a delighting prospect....
    'Behold! your mellow spirit
    Hanging as a mist upon the placid morn –
    A sight that draws a sneaking tear or two – forlorn
    Observers are we all of colder climes to view! '

    It is heavenly feeling to share my thoughts on nature. Many congratulations to poet for writing some poems on nature of which each is competing for the best place. Mark R Salughter, stands tall on ladder for the poems like this........Cheerio for now........... (Report) Reply

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