Uncertain,
That time between shaded
Dawn and morning,
Nature,
In frailty of perfection;
Earth lays down on frosted ground
Stillness and clarity
To seduce the mind
On distant views
Just out of bounds
Though view,restriction cannot hold
Unchained
It serves to sate the soul;
Transient it embraces
Ephemeral white and laced
Before transfigured it
Resumes its green stained hue.
Under a latent sun.
Hey, I really enjoyed reading your poem. It had a nice flow to it, good rhythm. I want to showcase it on my poetry corner. I will reblog your post and hopefully, others will visit your page and read more of your works. Well done 🙂
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Thankyou KG
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Please cite it copyrighted as mine
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Definitely
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Anytime, you are a very good writer!
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Reblogged this on KG Bethlehem and commented:
Good evening everyone and welcome to another, exciting installment of Friday Night Poetry Corner. This week, I am presenting a fantastic bit of writing by a wonderful poet name Ruthpartridge. Her poem is called “Frost at Dawn,” a very accurate title due to the current season we are living in (well, in most parts of the United States). Please visit this writer’s page and read more of her work!
*all works “Frost of Dawn” copyrighted ruthpartridge
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