I have been teasing a thought
into being all morning, and
since my morning began at 333 a.m.
it's been a long haul to find
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It was moonlight and glistening snow that brought us out of darkness into the welcoming light of their special radiance.- - - - - Poets always love moonlight that take them out of darkness to the welcoming light of special radiance.
I love this and I am going to give winter another chance, I felt like you my friend, insufficient material for a poem, great work! !
Daniel, you most definitely have a way with words. Another excellent write! Brilliantly shrouded in mystery.
Thanks Richard My poems will never have the sheer energy of the Beat Poets; I read them but don't try to emulate them. But I have cultivated what you rightly call A WAY WITH WORDS, and that is my contribution to this vast enterprise of POETRY.
In the wee hours of the morning, we wake and see the light of their souls. Magnificent poem. And such an outstanding last line!