Winter is the annual night
With the outside covered white
Putting on fresh dreams so sleep
Opens wide new eyes to light.
Nighttime is too short to weep.
Memories of joy we keep
And refreshed with inner sight
We take our daytimes ever deep.
Text: This is a variation on the rubaiyat I have been playing with. I will be featuring forms like this on Thursday at dVerse.
Photos: “Falling Snow”, above, “Snow Leaves the Trees with White”, below. These are linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “trip the night fantastic”.
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you for reblogging this!
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Nice poem Frank,
as Chekhov said “People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy.”
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Good point! Thank you, Ben!
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Love the contrasts with the light and dark, very nice
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Thank you, Dale!
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Nice poem, but I hope we’ve seen the last snowfall for this spring.
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I think we have. Those photos were from a few weeks ago. Thanks, Dan!
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Fantastic in every sense! Well done, Frank.
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Thank you, K’lee!
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GReaTeST
CoLoRS
DReaMS
iN NiGHTTidE
SHoReS oF MoRNiNG RiSE
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I like those shores: “SHoReS oF MoRNiNG RiSE” Thank you, Fred!
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TWiLiGHT
TiDes
SKeYeS..:)
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