December Sky.
Stars like sparks splutter to bed
as clouds catch fire.
Smut-red lips of sultry sun kiss
mouldering night.
In morning's shimmering glow
wakes December sky.
Year's motion sets limit to light
re-filling its time.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: January 15th, 2017 10:02
- Category: Nature
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Comments8
Beautiful FAY ~ Come day ~ go day ~ come day again. Love the visuals ~ Nature always inspires an ode or two. Love the structure and subject of your poem ~ thanks for sharing.
Thanks Brian - as you say Nature has an unending supply of subject matter - -- so pleased you found something of value in this short piece.
I look to nature in most of my more serious stuff so really appreciate this one - great write.
Very sweet☺️
a lovely write fay,and the images was right on
Poetry loving nature.
this little gem is so multi-faceted, it sparkles in its very own write.. and is so very much better than all the praise it has received to date... Neville
Ah - - grateful thanks Neville - -so pleased you caught this my effort to bring out the glory of day's edge...............
you did a darn good job... Day's Edge, near Lands End.. I know it well...
what a delightful dedication to my most favourite time of day.. N
Bestest of thanks for catching up with my little offering again Nev......... had forgotten this posting to be honest........... wishing you sunshine all this good Friday.............. x
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