Bleeding with warmth,daggers of light,
softened by sun,
forged new with the night.
Talons of ice,
curtains so cold,
crystalline coats
that sparkle so bold.
Blankets of frost,
sheets to green mold,
skeletal chills
salt stories so old.
forged new with the night.
Talons of ice,
curtains so cold,
crystalline coats
that sparkle so bold.
Blankets of frost,
sheets to green mold,
skeletal chills
salt stories so old.
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Those are both really pretty. Is it a natural spring, kinda looks like it. The icicles look cool with the greenery. Nice! and the poem too, did you write it? Thumbs up if so!! It's great!
ReplyDeleteYes it's a natural spring. Thanks for being kind with my poem. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Michael! It fits perfectly with the photos of the icicles.
ReplyDeleteThese are great shots.
ReplyDeleteSydney - City and Suburbs
Wow! The icicles look as if they are hanging from the plants. These are really unique captures...and the poem is excellent. It certainly compliments these photos!
ReplyDeleteGreat pictures and a lovely poem. thank you for your visit
ReplyDeletethose are very impressive icicles!
ReplyDeleteImpressive shot. Beautiful poem. They go together perfectly.
ReplyDeletelovely shot and poem!
ReplyDeleteHi Michael, those pictures are just beautiful and so is your poem. Thanks for stopping by and have a great weekend.
ReplyDeleteBonjour Michael,
ReplyDeletewow this post is so lovely!Your reflection shot is perfect and your words magnificent!
Have a nice weekend,
hugs
Léia - BONJOUR LUXEMBOURG