All Abreast The Season

I walk each day...After time ~ Mid a trance..
Whilst each tiny snowflake...Is drawn upon....
By the fountain of breath....From northern grace...
Knocking on the doors...Of the winters swan...

All abreast ~ The skirting of the season....
Softly laid..Upon the cradle of the clock...
A damsels voice....Mid the warm milky sun..
Dazzling the lanterns and the path they walk..

O guide ~ The enthusiasm amid the course...
And the twinkling...Mid the trembling flakes....
Whilst backbones...Bow their heads to their source..
Upon the abide......Of each heart that breaks..

Open thine eyes... 'Neath thy heavenly breast..
Let the down flakes ~ Find peace in rest...

Reviews

[Karen]

Cranky Old Bear, this is a beautiful poem. I am able to see you walking in a fog, like in a trance as the wind falls and you hear her voice (in your mind? in your soul?). Great images!

[Cranky Old Bear]

Thank You so much... :)

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for sharing...:)

[Cranky Old Bear]

Thank You.. I had forgotten about this site for many years... till a friend sent me his link on facebook.. Thanks you once again.. :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...Welcome back. Send some read requests...:)

[Cranky Old Bear]

I have been busy trying to get all my old poems on my new website... I am having health issues, with tremors... trying to get it done while I can still type abit.. need to go to a specialist...

[Sami Khalil]

OK. Take care...:).................

[Cranky Old Bear]

Thank You.. :)

[Sami Khalil]

:).................................