December Morning (55)
December Morning
The frost sprouts violets in the field today,
seeds stars,
makes proof of the universality of
the universe–
that is, what I saw in the sky pre-dawn
now shows itself
upon the ground.
In the sparked blinks
of that bright dew
how can we fear
dissolution,
we who so long
to be found
beautiful.
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Here’s one came out in 55 words first go–I did trade a couple of initial words “after-go”–but it really kind of arrived. Unfortunately, it is really hard to capture a good picture of frost. The one I am posting shows it furring apple trees and not the glisten.
This is a second poem for Hedgewitch’s 55 prompt on Real Toads, based on holly and ivy and pairing–I can try to justify this, but will just apologize and post. k.
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December 6, 2015 at 11:08 am
You captured it and ask the right question, k. Hope this finds you doing well.
December 6, 2015 at 11:12 am
Thanks so much for your inquiry, Jamie! I am okay but beset by job work–some hard things happened there, and just a ton to do. Hope you are well and enjoying SF Sun! k.
December 6, 2015 at 11:39 am
Hang tough! I know you will. It’s finally raining here and we are grateful.
December 6, 2015 at 11:41 am
dew like manna. i love your closing line. sigh
December 6, 2015 at 11:54 am
Oh I really like a morning frost, alas we have not seen so much yet.. I would really need to feel beautiful.
December 6, 2015 at 12:23 pm
those closing lines are so beautiful. Wow.
December 6, 2015 at 12:28 pm
Yes, so much beauty…so much hope. This lifts me, thank you. Also, it makes me think of fractals. :o)
December 6, 2015 at 4:10 pm
This is gorgeous, really inspired.
December 7, 2015 at 8:00 am
Thanks, Shay.
December 7, 2015 at 6:49 am
So beautiful.
December 7, 2015 at 8:03 am
Frost is indeed magical. Several very beautiful and evocative lines here in this picture of reflections and refractions of inside and outside world–I especially like the summing up lines, like the ending ones in the first stanza–but also the entire second stanza which seems to sum up even more than just the preceding lines–it sums up who we are on so many levels. Really exquisite little 55, k–thanks for adding it to the collection.
December 7, 2015 at 8:07 am
Thanks– this one came so easily I am a bit afraid of looking at it as it may be quite different than what I remember. Not easily but rather naturally– a better way of putting it. Odd that without looking at it I can feel little cuts I may make etx but will let it be for now. Thanks again. K.
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December 7, 2015 at 8:12 am
I love the ones that come like that–and they rarely need too much done to them, so your instinct is probably correct.Hope all is well with you, dear k, and typing getting easier.
December 7, 2015 at 8:15 am
Well on train and a busy two weeks but will be better– I just went back to yours but have messed up my passwords on my email which affected commenting! Crazy! I may post again in case– it read in such a nostalgic way this time. Thanks for your kind words. K.
December 7, 2015 at 8:52 pm
glad you posted this, K. really, you never need apologize….~
December 8, 2015 at 12:53 am
Aw…’seed stars’…wonderful K.
December 8, 2015 at 4:54 am
No apologies necessary. I’m glad you posted this loveliness.
December 9, 2015 at 5:46 pm
… and the picture ain’t ‘alf bad either! 🙂 Seriously, you got that moment just right. Thanks.
Greetings from London.
December 9, 2015 at 10:22 pm
Thank you, Cubano.
December 13, 2015 at 11:28 pm
…now shows itself on the ground. I really like that – great way to describe frost!