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I Saw a Haze Descending
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I Saw a Haze Descending |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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I saw a haze descending Upon the meadow’s breast Gray misty morning billows Enshroud unwilling willows A bleakness never ending That stretches east to west Gray gloomy clouds descending Upon the meadow’s breast The woodland turns more ghostly The field lies cold and dead Unfriendly thoughts come creeping While all the world is sleeping Unsettling notions mostly Are churning in my head While visions turn more ghostly The field lies cold and dead So dreary is December And nature at its worst While ghosts have been assembling My fragile spine is trembling That I can scare remember When autumn colors burst Succumbed now to December And nature at its worst As phantoms stalk the willow The sun is on the rise Gray apparitions shifting The foggy billows lifting And on a downy pillow Awaken sleepy eyes To meadow, woods and willow And white sun on the rise I saw a haze descending Upon the meadow’s breast And now the vapor rises To one of God’s surprises A wonderland of winter That stretches east to west A splendor never ending And nature at its best Elizabeth Santos |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
very descriptive, I love the imagery. Chilling, but at the same time, beautiful writing.  ARCTIC WIND |
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Heart2Heart Senior Member
since 2009-05-15
Posts 738Scotland/Norway |
Living in Scotland I know about those misty mornings A lovely poem to delight the reader.Heart2Heart |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Oh,yes, I do see the winter in full splendour, when the nakedness is covered in sparkling white... Wonderful crescendo, dear Elizabeth, through the mists into beauty revealed. Love, Margherita |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
This reminds me of those mornings of new snow when I was a child and winter was at it's best. I am keeping this one. Ida |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
niiice~*~ |
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Bloodline Member
since 2009-05-23
Posts 236Oklahoma |
Ah, yes, and in your pen we enjoy this poetry at it's best, love the rhyme and sound, Bloodline |
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Billie Cullimore Member
since 2009-03-27
Posts 315 |
This reminds me of a poem I learned when I was a child. I am not sure who wrote it but it go'es like this "The snow had begun in the glowming and busily all the night, had been heeping field and hyway with a silence deep and white.(I do know the rest of it but I won't put it here.) You do good work. Billie C. |
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