The grounds covered in sheets of white
I shovel out beneath its weight,
I watch the falling fluff in wait
And work under the cold despite.
In depths of drift my back is worn
I clear the stairs of frozen brick,
The songs of birds so sweetly quick
Delight my mind alone, yet torn.
As time so brings on passions past
I see the breath of wind so stir,
The clouds of dust a cold liqueur
So froths a wasted land miscast.
Let me know How this makes you feel, what do you think?
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Wonderful
Very well done. What a great creation. Thank you for sharing.
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I liked the lyrical elements ...
of rhyme and of rhythm. And of course the references to nature and to birds, that I dearly love!
Well done Poet, this is poetry.
Love
Myra
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I think this is perfect. Makes me feel tired of shoveling snow; but delighted to hear the birds sing. Means spring is coming. Awesome write.
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I have a few bird feeders around the house, 2 are suet cages, 2 are sunflower seed feeders (which I drop home blend of cracked corn, sunflower seeds, milit and dried currants) and two thisle seed socks.
There may be one or two more, but I am never short on gold finches, house sparrows, and downy wood peckers. I even atracted the atention of a Cooper's Halk.
Spring will come when it will. But it sort of feels like not soon enough.
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Excellence of natural occurences and or the weight of surprise attacks due to snowy clad mother nature.A reader sees what is taking place in reading this easily. So,it's not only a well crafted smooth read but has it's story to tell as well.
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