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HUSHED MORNING 

HUSHED MORNING (25th December)

This morning when I woke,
was grey,
I thought the night had stolen day,
but no,
it was the snow that bore the light
so soon after Christmas night.

When even stars were hidden,
and clocks of white spun down
around our sleeping heads,
making softest sounds
in hushed quiet mounds.

No sudden flight of doves,
all messages invisible
between the living things,
made pure telepathy
in winter's ear
an atmosphere
resembling the devout,
as we look out.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Last few words: 
Just after speaking with my sister on the phone from Scotland, I wrote this one. And another, but we're only allowed one at a time here! Love to all Ann.
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spontaneity dear Anna and the poignant sort of feeling.

Loved the enternal rhyming every now and then especially the first lines

there are too many lines that I like but my favorites are

No sudden flight of doves,
all messages invisible
between the living things,
made pure telepathy

Really loved the idea here.

Happy holidays dear Anna

❤❤❤❤❤❤

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words
........Robert Frost☺

Doves as birds of peace not flying very worrisome in this troubled world

Thank you Frenchf and Rula,
What more can I say, than that I felt I had touched
the strings of Winter's harp and heard the muted sounds.

Love Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

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made pure telepathy
in winter's ear

loved

That's one I know you can enjoy, your interest in physics.
Thank you, Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

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