Early morning-
the scent of autumn perfumes the air.
Although the sun is shining brightly,
my nose is cold and my fingertips numb.
There is a steady chatter from a flock of
sparrows occupying an old nearby oak and it
causes me to smile, for it is almost as though the
sparrows believe their continuous prattle will keep
winter at bay.
Wrapping my sweater around me a bit tighter,
I head for home wanting out of the cold and a hot
cup of tea, reminding myself that acceptance is how
a grand part of the battle is won.
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Sheila
a grand part of the battle is won.
Wise words and a most apt and timely write that awakens my thoughts of coming winter. Lovely, Dawn. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Very well expressed, and developed into something 'larger' than winter, Dawn.
richard
the ice last winter, I'm still a guy of all seasons...though I
love these lines:
sparrows believe their continuous prattle will keep
winter at bay.
-gene.
You take me, Dawn, to a world and to sensations I no longer experience, they reside only in memory, and when you are perpetually warm it's difficult to imagine the 'other' state...and then that great notion of acceptance, the key to all, hinting at lot and destiny.
John
A nice walk - I agree, winter is not even for the birds. They fly south and that's where I want to be!
Amen! Well done!
John Michael
fee
This is really a great piece of poetry...well done.
Cheers,
Dan
Peace,
Dayvid
Blessings,
Christine
Christine
always a pleasure to read your work.
blessings,
carolyn
ps--stay warm!