Riding on a soft breeze wreathed in mist and sodden frost, morning stirs from the depths of the night. A very quiet night, sleeping deeply as if sleep is completely someplace else other than here.
Cranberry cinders define the clouds in the east then thaws and smothers the land in a hint of lavender and fiery pastiche.
Cold seeps, like a frigid sap, oozing, creeping, gossiping, unabatedly, unashamedly. Spun frost mingle with the night's breath forming little smoky clouds that drift and huddle in the trees, the gossamer webs, the lolling leaves and droopy panicles.
Awake in this serenity, in half-light, and half-shadow, I slowly breathe the timelessness, I expectantly savor the splendor I serenely welcome the hope and, unabashedly leave the humorlessness the indifference and the despair of the night in the quiet of bidding time.
Ecce quam bonum et quam jucundum habitare fratres in unum ~ Psalm133
Posts: 1848 | Location: New York, NY | Registered: 08-25-10
This is one of the most beautiful pieces I have read on here! I will need to give you my highest word of praise: "Exquisite!" I esp. like the entire 2nd stanza: The wonderful word choices and the "oozing, creeping..." sequence. The single word per line works perfectly here. One little nitpick:
Spun frost mingle with the night's breath
Shouldn't it be spun frost mingleS ? Aside from that, this is a new favorite of mine! Nice job! ~~lb~~
Posts: 2115 | Location: somewhere over the rainbow | Registered: 06-30-02
I quite like this. Excellent word-choice, as usual. Especially the first seven lines of stanza three.
As a very minor tweak, I felt that the final stanza might flow better if you swapped 'of half-light' for 'in half-light'. But, as always, that is only a random thought for the artist to weigh and determine with his own superior counsel.
Awake, in this serenity of half-light, and half-shadow, I slowly breathe in the timelessness; ...
Posts: 329 | Location: Grande Prairie, Alberta | Registered: 10-06-02