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DAWN'S DELIGHT
The fog
(with a cool sheath)
eases over the landscape
(a smooth silky coverlet)
vibrant wildflowers
touched by its dew
my emotions stroked
by an envelope
of ethereal air
on a summer’s morn
in my childhood
the aroma of
hot bacon frying
from the doorway
of my grandmother’s kitchen
(my senses seduced).
Delightful poem, it has so
Delightful poem, it has so much in it which bathes the senses, the bacon was a very clever, not to mention delicious, ending. sue.
we all need to go back home
we all need to go back home sometimes,if only in our minds
ron parrish
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Soomth and lovely poem. Very enjoyed read.
When one let's the coolness
When one let's the coolness of a fog touch him like dew upon wildflowers (which I saw as representing childhood ) and turns it into ahot bacon fat delight of artistry, he is a poet...indeed, a poet.
Thank you.
Stephen
lovely imagery and it made me
lovely imagery and it made me hungry at the same time.
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