Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Winter Path

the way is icy
slipping  down this cold canyon

by the crusted bank

even the urgent river
hushes under night's stark freeze


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9 comments:

  1. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 30, 2013 at 12:41 PM

    Brrrrrr. Cold! I love "slipping down this cold canyon" especially.

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  2. MaryJanuary 30, 2013 at 1:14 PM

    I agree with Sherry. Brrrrr. Captures extreme cold!

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  3. UnknownJanuary 30, 2013 at 1:32 PM

    With respect for each word, you take us to the river and make us feel the winter's cold. This is magical, Lorna.

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  4. Janine BolléeJanuary 30, 2013 at 1:42 PM

    Distilled, like a fine liqueur

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  5. aelfbeeJanuary 30, 2013 at 1:45 PM

    A dangerous winter path luring us onward by its beauty. I hope the ice on the river is strong enough to support us if we slip and fall off the path

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  6. Jennifer WagnerJanuary 30, 2013 at 6:18 PM

    Your words provide a perfect glimpse of the scene. I love it.

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  7. Judy RoneyJanuary 31, 2013 at 8:17 PM

    Gives me shivers. Such a concise description with few words.

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  8. AnonymousFebruary 1, 2013 at 11:40 AM

    A well written succinct poem. Nice!
    McGuffy's Reader
    http://www.mcguffysreader.blogspot.com

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  9. SusanFebruary 1, 2013 at 8:10 PM

    mmm. i see and feel this!

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