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Wednesday, 7 December 2016

Mansuetude

mansuetude in your 
touch and your too few, stark, words 
is sadly... sorely
lacking but darling I see
beyond triviality 
grace... beauty in your actions 

© Debbie Razey 2016


My First Taste Of Snow

From beneath, 

I watch the snowflakes dance diligently 

Winter's graceful fire flies, 

hovering around the lamp light's amber glow 

My eyelashes, 

adorned with wet, 

glistening, 

glittering jewels 

Crimson cheeks and violet nose... 

violently painted...

brushstrokes of the biting breeze,

leave a blushing

almost

...bruise


Silently... 

I look on, 

as the fields are gently blanketed in a still... 

snowy beauty

Cars and roads, 

draped dramatically, 

in an alabaster, 

velvet veil 

I witness the trees trimmed, 

in winter's bespoke gowns of spectacular, 

stitched sequins 

An archaic scene of sublime winter wonder...

a vivid vision of awe...

my eyes will, 

never, 

...forget  


The wailing winds,

fill my ears as they echo

...eerily

all around me 

Crisp white snow 

underfoot, 

sings out its stark, 

staccato song

I watch as everything before me is iced in fine, 

fanciful sugar

Coated in winter's ashen... 

aesthetic... 

majestic... 

mesmerising...

fairy-dust

my first taste of winter's

...stunning snow 

  

© Debbie Razey 2016 both poem and image