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. brudbergDecember 12, 2019 at 2:39 PM

    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. scotthastiepoetDecember 12, 2019 at 3:16 PM

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

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  3. Kim M. RussellDecember 12, 2019 at 3:18 PM

    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. Vivian ZemsDecember 12, 2019 at 3:33 PM

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

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  5. Xenia TranDecember 12, 2019 at 3:47 PM

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

    sunrise, hint of savage pink' xxx

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  6. robkistnerDecember 12, 2019 at 3:57 PM

    May this season bring you Joy and Peace!

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  7. Sanaa RizviDecember 12, 2019 at 4:56 PM

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

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  8. Buddah MoskowitzDecember 12, 2019 at 5:18 PM

    So much great imagery here. Loved.

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  9. Colleen LooseleafDecember 12, 2019 at 5:28 PM

    Beautiful, poetic and inspiring.

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  10. Dwight L. RothDecember 12, 2019 at 9:03 PM

    With every winter morning comes the promise of spring!

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  11. A Reading WriterDecember 12, 2019 at 9:56 PM

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

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  12. Christine IrvingDecember 12, 2019 at 10:57 PM

    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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  13. Pat HattDecember 13, 2019 at 5:40 AM

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

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  14. KerfeDecember 13, 2019 at 9:01 AM

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

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  15. JIm FeeneyDecember 13, 2019 at 2:47 PM

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

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  16. Phillip Knight ScottDecember 13, 2019 at 3:57 PM

    Such a lovely poem! Love it.

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  17. Frank HubenyDecember 13, 2019 at 4:37 PM

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

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  18. Katie Mia FrederickDecember 14, 2019 at 12:44 AM

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

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  19. TruedessaDecember 14, 2019 at 9:09 PM

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

    Happy Holidays Grace!

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  20. Roslyn RossDecember 14, 2019 at 11:51 PM

    A picture painted in words. Lovely.

    Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

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  21. AlexandraDecember 15, 2019 at 10:54 AM

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

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