Tuesday, 9 March 2010

Shiver

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.

Michael Finn


11 comments:

  1. 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!

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  2. Yes it's a natural spring. Thanks for being kind with my poem. :)

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  3. Lovely poem, Michael! It fits perfectly with the photos of the icicles.

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  4. 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!

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  5. Great pictures and a lovely poem. thank you for your visit

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  6. those are very impressive icicles!

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  7. Impressive shot. Beautiful poem. They go together perfectly.

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  8. Hi Michael, those pictures are just beautiful and so is your poem. Thanks for stopping by and have a great weekend.

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  9. Bonjour Michael,
    wow this post is so lovely!Your reflection shot is perfect and your words magnificent!
    Have a nice weekend,
    hugs
    Léia - BONJOUR LUXEMBOURG

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