Pocket Rocket Posted October 6, 2007 Share Posted October 6, 2007 The space between the air and earth’s embrace Brought cranes toward the winter lake, And gently with your every breath You kept them still above the deep. When birdsong came and broke the dawn, In whispered tones among the fray, You wished the road to never end, Gnarled and scented, Everywhere. You felt the cold, grey haste of silence, Out there, On the water’s edge. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
markofjudas Posted October 15, 2007 Share Posted October 15, 2007 Wow. That was very good. Reminded me of Frost a little bit. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pocket Rocket Posted October 15, 2007 Author Share Posted October 15, 2007 Reminded me of Frost a little bit. Thank you, that's one of the nicest things anyone's ever said about one of my poems. I love Robert Frost Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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