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FEBRUARY 5, 2011 6:42AM

A Winter's Morn

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The mist
like clouds of wool
blankets the town below
and hides her from my eyes till noon
then leaves

 

 

 

Words K A Little
2010

 

 

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You must have a great view. A whole town below you? Sweet!

I love you poets who work in the forms, too. Nice cinquain.
Charlie: Yes, my home is high on a ridge overlooking my town. Thank you for your lovely words!
Thank you for sharing that view so beautifully.
ever wonder where the mist goes?

very nice read!
Chicago Guy: Thank you for being here to share it too!

Blinddream: I actually was wondering exactly that as I was putting this post together! Thank you so much for reading.
This reminds me of my years in the Appalachian Mtns. Good, good memories, especially of winter. Thank you!
Elijah Rising: Years in the Appalachian Mountains sounds like a wonderful experience and it makes me smile to think that reading my little offering here brought to mind some good memories for you. Thank you!
Sitting here in the mountains overlooking a river valley, I get to watch this sometimes Kate.
You put it into words for me. Beautifully.
"like clouds of wool"
I like that...
Mission: I just read your last post and saw your hometown in the mountains. I'm jealous! I just live on a ridge but you live in the mountains! Wonderful!
Fay: Smiling here. Thank you!
A painting in words.
mamoore: Hi! It's great to see you again! I hope you're well and thank you so much for reading and commenting.
I love this. So simple yet so profound. I love how the visual form echoes your words. Thanks for making a cold day here even more poetic.
I love the simple finality of "then leaves," with the implication that what we couldn't see before suddenly opens to our eyes. Fine poem, Kate; it reminds me some of Carl Sandburg's "Fog."
Wow, this is wonderful. R
Thank you, Kate. In those thoughts do I find such beauty and warmth.
You keep improvig as a poet...and you have such great insights!
What Jerry said. That last line, "then leaves," sort of floats on air after the poem is over.
All I could think of was Kin G's picture last night.
and hope you are both well and safe.
Rated with hugs
Kate, 3 am in my shorts on the verandah I laughed with your wintery image - you are trans-pacific, woman !

I remember that too, from my days on the hill overlooking Dungog, waking up and looking out - Where'd the town go ? !

I loved this.
Summer? You're killing me. It's cold, raining for three days and depressing as hell. You need a boarder?
Beautiful flash of visual with a gentle tactile brush.
Lovely this, Kate. I have spent time within such mist. Sometimes the mist has become my friend.
Love home much you convey,with just a few words. Very nice Kate.r
iLife your verse, Kate...thanks
Oops..that should have read " I LOVE your verse..."
winter sounds nice at your place
I'm picturing Kate, high up on her hill...safe from floods and cyclones.
A grand, fine post.
Rated.
Who is "this mist"? Mysterious.
Lovely! I'm wishing it was summer here.
Alysa: Thank you for your kind words. How cold it is there I can only imagine. Stay warm!

Jerry: I just read Carl Sandburg’s, “Fog”. I see what you mean! Thank you. I hadn’t read it before. And thank you too for your wonderful comment. I was hoping “then leaves” would give that impression.

Michelle: Thank you! I appreciate you reading me … very much!

Fusun: And I in you.

JD: You are so very kind. I have lots of room for improvement but kind words of encouragement keep me trying! Have I told you that if it had not been for you I would probably have given up poetry before I got started? So thank you friend!

DB: I tried so many different words for the ending. It had to be 2 words … just 2 syllables … but I kept coming back to “then leaves”. I liked the finality of it but also, as you say, it sort of floats too.

Linda: Thank you Linda. I am definitely well and safe … except for a little sunburn! So now I have a red nose to match my red hair! Yikes!

Kim: 3am … you in shorts on the verandah reading my winter poem on a hot summer’s night? I would have laughed too! Um …oops … at my poem I mean. Hey … I didn’t know you lived in The Don’s hometown. I was there once but too young to remember much of it. And, yes, here in winter I often look out of a morning and all the houses and the town below me have just disappeared under this blanket of white!
Scanner: LOL! I didn’t post a poem about my Summer because I didn’t want to make any of you guys more depressed or distressed than you already were because of your Winter and yet I seemed to have managed doing just that a little. Sorry! A visit from you would always be welcome!

Matt: And you paint so very well with your word brush too! Thank you.

Anna1liese: Your words make me think of the times that I look down at the mist covering my town … it’s not so much a friend but it allows me to get lost in it and imagine a bit/

Hugs, me: Thank you! The form of a Cinquain ensures that I keep it to just few words and that I try to get as much out of each of those words as possible.

Mary Ann: And I LOVE that you love it! Thank you, Mary Ann!

dianaani: I have to admit it … it ain’t bad!

Trilogy: You picture well for that is indeed the case right now! I do get worried when hail storms and strong winds come my way …. my home is very high and exposed. But so far so good!

mLee: Thank YOU! I should have known you would pick up on my word play!

Scylla: It’s always good to see you. Thank you for being a good friend and coming by to read me all the time.

Scupper: I always think mist has that air of mysterious-ness!

A Simple Shutterbug: It was so darn hot here yesterday that the thought of winter seemed rather nice!
I live on a bluff with a wide once river valley (the Mississippi) now "bottoms" below. When leaving town with such a fog there is like going down the hill into a gauze cocoon. I love driving through there as it lifts, disappearing like the bottom of a ghost across the fields. Several years ago, it was decided to put an industrial park in the bottoms that connect to my town and three others. The ex' company moved their rail yard over here when the park commenced. I had many chances to descend into the fog from time to time. Did I mention this is simply beautiful, you can see the trigger it was for me.
lovely words, lovely view. "clouds of wool" - I love that.
Rated.
pastvoices: I really appreciate that you share here with me the memories that this triggered for you. Thank you for that and, well, for just being here for me too.

Unbreakable: I am very lucky to be able to have such a view. I try not to take it for granted. I often sit at the bench in the kitchen (where I am right now) and look down on the town below ... watching this car go here or there ... watching the small aircraft land at the airport on the outer limits of the town ... looking at the hospital and wondering about all who are there and hoping they will be well again soon ... looking at the Cathedral where I was married and where all of my four children were christened ... and so on. Yes, a good view that I should not take for granted.
Late to this Lil. Very nice, appreciate your empathy on winter also Kate.
Rita: I hope the weather is easing up, Rita ... at least a little would be something! Thank you for dropping by ... always so very much appreciated.
It's funny -- in Australia, I imagine all the clouds are made of wool. What else would they be made of??? (One of my favorite books OF ALL TIME is "Cloudstreet" --set in Australia. I recommend that book to everyone.)
Thanks for stopping by my blog. Love your poetry.
Bellweather Vance: Didn't you know? They ARE made of wool! I haven't read "Cloudstreet". There is a library just above me at the university where I work and I've just looked up the system. They have it! So I'll take it out soon. Thanks for the tip!

Lois: It is my pleasure. And thank you too!