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A Winter Morn ~ An Epitaph

Let no one any sadness feel
It's just another day.
The sun arose this winter morn
And drubbed the night away.
The wind swirled round about the land
To rustle through the trees,
To bear the frosted ground a chill
And cause the earth to freeze.

Away, away, on yonder crag
Is where I used to tread;
And gazing round about the land
The music filled my head.
Where kestrels flew and hovered still,
Where curlews shrilled and smiled;
A booming bittern in the marsh
Would leave me quite beguiled.

The darkest night has called on me
And bid me close my eyes.
My weary heart is lying low
Upon this late sunrise.
Let no one any sadness feel,
This parting of the ways,
But celebrate this winter morn ~
My happiest of days.

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Your poems often bring tears to me, you are truly a talented poet. I just think this is so softly written I could almost hear your voice. I enjoyed this very much along with the imagery and the positivity that came with the theme.

Thank you...Teddy

The whole idea of writing poetry is to stir the people who read it. Some poems are sad yet we still enjoy reading them. You may like to read my 'The Faithful Oak' sometime.
www.deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/395979-the-faithful-oak/

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Oh yes, just a stunning piece of poetry. It could have actually represented a mum too.

Thank you...Teddy

We share our words with one another
And, yes, the oak could be one's mother
So thanks so much for your surmise...

As you see through clever eyes. 
 

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bringing winter already! I would be singing praises of Autumn and the falling leaves and golden sunshine; it's too early for winter yet! I guess that maybe with your climate, that winter and it's chill comes a bit earlier than here with us. I really did enjoy your poem though. Like Teddy says; you do have a soothing voice. It almost convinces me, that winter isn't quite so bad. Nice work. ~ Geez.
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comes to us all sooner or later Gee. Here in Old Blighty winter is all year round it seems.

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to visit, but I don't think I'd want to live there. I couldn't take the cold, nasty rain and fog so much. I am grateful that I live where I do. I guess the old saw is true. There's no place like home. I love the change of the seasons and just wish that they were a bit shorter, except for summer. ~ Geez.
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I would like to pay attention to the deatail in your poem, to congratulate your imagery that always suprises me in so many ways, your deep thought and word play that always brings your themes beautifully together, this should be a sad theme yet the beauty within your imagery just makes it magical Sir. I particularly love the second stanza I think you bring the kestral to my eyes. where kestrels flew and hovered still. it's inspiring. I truly believe that you do not need the last two words of your title A Winter Morn ~ does the job perfectly because within this poem it has a clear argument. your ending is just full of charm and is the perfect way to end this type of poem, peacefull with dignity.

Thank you...Teddy

will be 'A Winter Morn', Teddy, as you say. The explanation in the title is only temporary. (It could easily be 'A Winter Mourn'). Of course the poem doesn't really have anything to do with the season 'Winter' as much as the winter of one's life.
The narrator finally ends up being happy for the life he has enjoyed.

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Dear Sir Jeeves you never cease to disappoint me with your writing pure perfection I cannot even find one line that stands out for me as they all do

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I am pleased that you enjoyed 'A Winter Morn'. One or two of us were playing around with epitaph type poetry so I gave this one a go.
You may like to try this one which I wrote for a friend of long ago. She died age 42 in 1992.

www.hellopoetry.com/poem/3795572/i-wonder-what-you-look-like-now/

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that it was an epitaph. Silly me! I've looked at it with fresh eyes now, and think that it's great!
~ Geez.
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One read isn't enough Gee. I read some old classics over and over and still find (what I think are) new things.

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Hello, Alan,
So gentle, soft and serene. A very inspiring poem describing winter, which is a bit challenging for some of us. I especially love the music of all the different birds. Truly the feeling of an appreciation and a celebration.
Thank you!
L

Thanks for dropping by. I am pleased that you enjoyed 'A Winter Morn'.

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Hello Alan, I understand it as an epitaph to yourself...Heaven forbid, but that's how it appears to me.
Your ability to fill your poems with wonderful imagery, feelings, good rhyming and much more, is so touching. It makes one want to weep. I'll come back for another read, it's true that several interpretations come with each visit.
I have no nits, just admiration. All the best, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

Gracy and this was my effort. Were tomorrow my last day on earth I would go with no complaints, no regrets, and knowing I lived in a wonderful part of the world where no one/nothing ever troubled me except the Internal Revenue people.

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