Friday, February 4, 2011

Friday with Icing

Ah,  fleet of wee flickering flakies,
I beg you come and see
what a wonderful winter gathering
I have planned for thee. 


Up high upon my arms of fur,
lies a rosy roost for all.
Upon each busty branch of needles
all gatherers reign tall!

For when we gather together
joining voices on a bough,
the song we tell the world portrays
the magic of  'just now'.

RM 

(apologies to all poets everywhere)

4 comments:

  1. No apologies required. The rhymes attract attention to the icing on the trees.

    Very prettily done.

    Lynn Marie

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  2. Phew! Thanks Lynn Marie! I was worried....

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  3. Very nice! I like your photos of the snow on the Christmas tree branches. It reminds me of the scene from "Jeremiah Johnson" when he struggles to make a fire and then the tree branch dumps snow on his newly-made fire.

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  4. Haha! I remember that scene! Memories triggered by images. Thanks Ron!

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