the eyesome fay at the crack of dawn in winter
is weeping
the winter rain in the form of magnificent teardrops is dropping down
it is to be mesmerized in glaciated dreams of muses
the shepherd boy hears the falling of the more tender rain like meek tears
the docile Nixie by Christmas morning
is crying
the winter drops in terms of mignonne teardrops are falling down
it is becharmed in a snowy soul of muses
the child of a falconer tastes these Apollonianly meek drops
the meekly miraculous Siren at sunset glow
bawling
the winter snow - wonderfully tearling-shaped - falling down
it can be ensorcelled in frosted muse-like hearts
the druidical companion looks at flurries full weird of the tearlets
the magnanimous Sibyl at midnight in December
crying
the winter snow-rain - marvelously tearlet-shaped - falling to the ground
it's worth being enchanted in the hazy fantasy of the muses
the guardian of Winter Queen's touches some Herculean traces of the rain
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Author:
pawelekmarkiewicz (
Offline) - Published: November 20th, 2019 07:42
- Category: Nature
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BRIAN HERE ~ HI FRIEND ~ Welcome to MPS it has some excellent Poets and is an interactive site. It functions by reading & (if you wish) commenting on each othes POEMS.
Your excellently presented Poem cites some Mythical Ladies lamenting over the severity of the WINTER ! FAY (weeping) NIXIE (crying) SIREN (bawling) SIBIL (crying) ~ The WINTERS in Poland are much more severe than those in England so I guess it is the Severity of the Polish Winters that is the cause of their lament ! More POEMS please !
Blessings & Peace & Joy
Yours BRIAN & ANGELA
Wonderful first poem on this site P, those teardrops of rain can be so fulfilling in life's journey.
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