Night evaporate on the room's walls and from the dampened window the world is wrapped in mist, like the gossamer night gown of some unknown queen that reigned when we were asleep...
Predawn, the birds are quite,
shadows are tiptoeing away,
yawning morning shed
its nightgown, unabashed naked,
waiting for the kiss of the sun
that will push the mist to leave.
Turning my head you will be there,
rosy cheeks and peaceful breath,
warmth from your bosom and the
softly drumming from your heart,
can’t love you more, even if
you were real, like morning mist.
Then, we wake up to the kiss that
fondly, she will leave on our cheek.
This morning driving East I seen this beautiful embrace of mist you speak of in your lovely poem Georg...it was such a glorious sight & regretfully I didn't have my camera...Your words embrace
Peace & Inspirations
Vickie
OH THIS IS WONDERFUL GEORG...WELL THOUGHT OUT PHRASES THAT PRODUCE THE IMAGERY...HIDDEN UNTO 'PERFECT' CLARITY IN THIS WORK'S UNIQUE CORRELATIONS. I LOVE IT...THANKS FOR SHARING AND MAY THE OLD CHESS PLAYER CONTINUE TO BLESS AND INSPIRE YOU. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
This is a wonderful write
I miss those misty morning in the mountains
walking my retriver before the sun burned it away
watching him fading into the high weeds like ghost
Peace brother
this is beautiful. i love the mystery in the mist-you have described that so well here
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on September 2, 2009
Oh my.....this is breath taking sweet man..sure glad I had some time to read you..as always well done indeed.. ..I have missed you and your loving words..stay safe and well..OK..Hugsss
Love,
Chanti Lace xoox
The morning mist is marvelous, as is your poem, brother.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on September 2, 2009
It doesn't get any better than this. The communication and "touch" from beyond is strong and gentle in its approach. Ghosts? Hardly. Merely a way "they" have to keep love alive. Beautiful work Georg.
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Dixie Dawn Michelle
shadows are tiptoeing away,
yawning morning shed
its nightgown, unabashed naked,
waiting for the kiss of the sun
that will push the mist to leave.
Enjoyed! - David
Peace & Inspirations
Vickie
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Newfie hugs, Rose
Christine
that embraces the reader
with a hint of wistfulness.
Beautiful scene.
Loud applause Georg.
Hugs,
Marcia
Great write Georg
Have a good one
The Buzzard
I miss those misty morning in the mountains
walking my retriver before the sun burned it away
watching him fading into the high weeds like ghost
Peace brother
William
Love,
Chanti Lace xoox