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Menolyrical; misty musings


Today, the rooves are all to see
which is something.
On Christmas Eve and next three
not even these, no, nothing.
The haar was thick, the air was still
the mildness did bring
calming thoughts, cheating thoughts,
of the possibility of spring.
Fraudster climate!

Bright days came then but
so did the frost.
Biting, hard, dry, crisp and
peeking buds were lost.
More fool them, being caught in hope
of flowering time!
They know not the names of seasons
only the feel of the clime.
Cheated beauty!

Thus, today here is the scene
from a window,
a place of land and sea and hills 
and clouds so low.
Again no wind to blow them free
of the Bonny Land
or the water of Clyde and the 
shores without sand.
End of the Earth!

©YAM 2019

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16 comments:

  1. Merlesworld10 January 2019 at 01:48

    There is a misty look in the northern hemi which I found different when there, I am more at home with our harsh and bright light.
    Merle..........

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  2. MadSnapper10 January 2019 at 01:48

    Perfectly beautiful am

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  3. My Mind's Eye10 January 2019 at 01:50

    Wow...87 x wow...I love your poem, misty musing!! It doe so match the photo.
    Hugs HiC

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  4. WFT Nobby10 January 2019 at 01:54

    Lovely lyrical meteorological musings.
    But we're guessing it won't be long before the wind starts huffing and puffing again...

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  5. ♥♥ The OP Pack ♥♥10 January 2019 at 03:39

    Misty is wondering how you knew her musings:) Very nice poem.

    Woos - Lightning, Misty, and Timber

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  6. Joanne Noragon10 January 2019 at 04:11

    The Rooves at the End of the Earth
    know they will not end looking at seasons
    and the hopes they make rise.

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  7. Stephanie10 January 2019 at 05:06

    I do love that phrase "fraudster climate!" There seems to be no world at all beyond those roof tops.

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  8. Stephanie10 January 2019 at 05:07

    P.S. That's a very fine poem.

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  9. Hailey and Zaphod and their Lady10 January 2019 at 06:15

    Having seen your fleeting view, enjoy it while you can!

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  10. Idaho PugRanch10 January 2019 at 06:41

    Lovely poem to go with the picture!
    hugs
    Hazel & Mabel

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  11. easyweimaraner10 January 2019 at 12:40

    I like such mornings... even when it is cold now outside... ok, it has +4°c but it feels like -40 :O)))

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  12. Duke10 January 2019 at 16:21

    Love your poem!

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  13. Jenn Jilks10 January 2019 at 18:43

    Is this your first poem of 2019?
    You are inspiring! xx

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  14. carol l mckenna10 January 2019 at 20:21

    Lovely lyrical poetry and quite the ethereal photo too!

    Happy Day to you,
    A ShutterBug Explores,
    aka (A Creative Harbor)

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  15. Mara10 January 2019 at 20:27

    I saw some snowdrops the other day. Wonder if they survive...

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  16. Uppal11 January 2019 at 14:23

    Very expressive verses!

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