Shot-through winter sky
Bleeds, windless, with evening mist.
Kisses each distant horizon.
And I count the hours.
Showering blues descend,
Hueing low hills, lavenders
Frill the whispering trees, as closing
The light, dusk now flowers.
Calmly the night dyes
Drifting late clouds solemnly gray.
Day ends, surrounded by quiet, lying
Hushed - - dark now lowers.
Each shimmering star
Breaks silvery, gleams and shines
Across space, guiding his way, he
Appears, - - - I 'm empowered.
Beautifully written descriptive piece Fay, thanks for sharing this with us, 10 Lynda xx
This is a very well put piece of poetry. Bravo! Ten Miss Fay!
Marvellour imagry Fay.Just as if I were there too.May your artistry of painting pictures for us in words be forever. Sid.xxxx
Your spirit is of natureFay, it is nature, you put in on paper in words and it comes out a picture thankyou Fay 10 +++ Chris
Fay, I remember these sort of days, a chill in the air, but oh those clear nights. beautifully written. 10/10 Bob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Winter as beauty too, written so beautifully by you Fay...