Winter Sun 7

The Med stretched, silver
Beneath woven whispers
Of pink and lavender.
Then Winter Sun appeared
And the waning moon sighed.

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Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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10 Responses to Winter Sun 7

  1. makagutu says:

    beautiful, rays of hope and goodness I see


  2. mixedupmeme says:

    I guess all poetry is open to the interpretation of the reader. And first interpretations are the most honest.

    So tada:

    I had the feeling of transition. And everyday we go through transition. Some events cause much upheaval and some we don’t even notice. Whatever comes comes whether we meet it screaming and hollering or with a gentle sigh.

    Bring it on! 🙂


  3. pjb1943 says:

    Looks like a beautiful morning and somebody doesn’t want it to end. This is really great, Em. Really like it a lot!


  4. Ce n’est que la lune qui soupire.


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