Thursday, December 12, 2019

December days




i don't measure the days
     white-ashed clouds & snow
piles up my garden
     & ghosts the nights of faded ink
instead i marvel at every

sunrise, hint of savage pink
     crowing gloriously of spring songs
& beat of your nectarine heart
     in the wild abandon of the dance
     
     

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21 comments:

  1. I do love those mornings of savage pink... they are so few, but on tuesday I bicycled to work in that marvelous light...

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  2. Don't measure, just marvel - how true Grace... A delicious write.

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  3. We’ve had quite a few savage pink mornings this week, Grace, and you’ve captured them in this poem. I love the phrase ‘ghosts the nights of faded ink’.

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  4. Looking at the positive, uplifting your spirit- definitely a better view.

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  5. Beautifully written Grace, I especially love ' i marvel at every

    sunrise, hint of savage pink' xxx

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  6. May this season bring you Joy and Peace!

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  7. This is absolutely stunning, Grace!❤️ I love; "hint of savage pink crowing gloriously of spring songs." Woww!

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  8. With every winter morning comes the promise of spring!

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  9. this bring the warmth and lilt of spring to a rather wintry December!

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  10. What a lovely poem, you let us marvel along with you. I love the implication that you are not counting the days till spring, or simply enduring winter. So many people wish their lives away waiting for something else instead of marveling with you.

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  11. I marvel at the sunrise when it melts the crummy snow haha

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  12. To merge with the days and nights is a much better way of waiting.

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  13. "savage pink"..."nectarine heart"....love the originality of the language here, Grace, jolts the eyes and ears...JIM

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  14. I like your description of the snow in how it "ghosts the nights".

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  15. Measure of Colors
    No Time As
    Flowers
    Bloom Within
    As Dance And Song Free..:)

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  16. I too marvel at every sunrise - it's an opportunity to experience another day.

    Happy Holidays Grace!

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  17. A picture painted in words. Lovely.

    Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

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  18. "I don't measure the days" is a lovely expression for how to stay in the moment.

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