Wednesday, May 1, 2013

winter dream

still of night
the crunch of my feet
in a winter dream

A little late of season -
oh well

7 comments:

Magyar said...

evening wind
this cooing of the doves
a cricket

__Thanks, Warren... here, you've created this instant echo. _m




Warren said...

lovely, my friend - very lovely - the cooing of the doves is a sound we hear a lot where we live. They seem to nest in the big pine trees near our house.

Warren

Adelaide said...

It's never too late for a poem no matter what the season.Sounds in a dream can be as real as when awake.

suddenly awake
too quiet to believe
I heard myself scream

Adelaide

Warren said...

Ooh, I like you poem a lot, Adelaide - and yes, dreams can be very vivid, can't they. Sometimes it's as if they are in technicolor, surround sound, all that.

Thanks - Warren

Gillena Cox said...

awakening pit...
cloud puffs powders the face
of new day

Lunch Break Apr3, 2013


much love...

Warren said...

That's a terrific poem, Gillena - thanks for sharing it. How have you been doing?

Warren

Gillena Cox said...

doing good; thank you for asking; stop by my blog and share for Mothers day 2013, sure will appreciate

much love...