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White journey

Posted by Beeme on December 18, 2010 - 19:33

Hurriedly I walked
in a shawl of fine,
glittering air.
As ivory I stood
-a target, hunted
by the cool kiss
of the wind.

Ice in the trees,
mist in the air,
floating just out
of reach.
The church caped
with fresh snow-
a beacon of light.

I reached the end
of my road, just
before the tyres
struggled to grip
or the snow posed
a threat.

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Comments

insertponceyfre... | December 18, 2010 - 23:14

this is lovely beeme. I especially like the first stanza - beautiful!

Beeme | December 19, 2010 - 10:46

Thank you very much Insert! I'm really happy you like :) Thank you for the cherry abctales!

Beeme xx

MistakenMagic | December 19, 2010 - 16:11

Very atmopsheric, Beeme! I love the way you've conjured the image of the cold and the snow. A real winter wonderland you've painted. Well done on the cherry ;)

Magic xxx

Beeme | December 19, 2010 - 17:03

Thanks so much Magic, Glad you enjoyed this so much! :)I love the snow it's so beautiful but the wind was so cold walking home

Beeme xx

jennifer | December 20, 2010 - 11:18

Stunning, loved the first verse especially, and these lines:

a target, hunted
by the cool kiss
of the wind.

J x

Beeme | December 20, 2010 - 12:33

Thanks so much Jennifer! Glad you enjoyed.

Beeme xx

Kahdai | December 20, 2010 - 18:36

beautifuly description of snow feeling :)

Beeme | December 20, 2010 - 19:23

Thank you Kahdai!!

Beeme xx