Winter's Eve
Breathe in, Breathe Out.
Chilly, crisp air stings my chest.
One step, two step.
Crystals crackle under foot.
Pale glow above.
A friend in this barren place.
My way is lit.
I mount the luminance ridge.
Night envelops me.
Earth and heaven now contrast.
Black and white worlds.
I press forward in between.
pirites commented on Winter's Eve
10-24-2009
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09-24-2009
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09-20-2009
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09-19-2009
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09-19-2009
09/19/2009
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Human Condition | 3 | 01/15/2010 |
| Depth | 1 | 12/02/2009 |
| Butterflies | 3 | 11/03/2009 |
| Love and Lust | 5 | 11/03/2009 |
| Faliure | 4 | 12/01/2009 |
| Misty Marsh | 6 | 12/03/2009 |
| Hero | 6 | 10/24/2009 |
| Simplicity | 13 | 10/24/2009 |
| Winter's Eve | 6 | 09/02/2009 |
| Red Rose | 4 | 09/19/2009 |
| Friend | 4 | 09/01/2009 |
| Starry Canopy | 9 | 12/02/2009 |
| Pristine Dawn | 6 | 10/30/2009 |
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