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Wintress

Wintress

Majestic goddess of snow
Thwart murky loch’s flow
Dust snow upon vast land
Ice stills β€˜neath shoreline sand

Mountains echo in return
On smoky haze arctic burn
Fleet tis hours in day
Snow-angels impish to play

Shimmer with festoon night
Selene gleams with delight
Tracks upon icy path
Boreas bellows mighty wrath

Spent stars skies nightlight.
Descend like diamonds so bright.
Reflections on water crystal clear
Spring impatient to reappear.

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Syd

Hi Lisa, I was really tired last night and therefore didn't leave a comment. This an excellent piece, great imagery of winter and clear crisp cold skies.

Thoroughly enjoyedΒ  - Syd xo

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Shaun Cronick

Lisa I chose this one at random from your latest just for the title alone.
And was not disappointed by what elegantly followed it.
Β Every line breath taking in what you weave and I have said it before I'm a big supporter of the less is more approach in poems of rhyme.
Short, crisp, clipped and direct rhyme beautifully displayed, for nothing is lost.
Thank you for being you and the engaging and enrapturing way you write.
A pleasure to read on what you generously offer to all readers and share :)Β 

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