Saturday, September 28, 2013

September 28, 2013 Sunday Whirl #128




First Frost
The air is chilled
A white frost 
Has spilled 
Where the mesa's
Sharp edges sparkle
I do not know the exact
Hour this happened
Nor who is responsible

Perhaps unbidden
Ghosts from the hillside
Gathered to create
Such a transformation
The sky a pristine
Blue patch
Over nature's 
Temple
I fall to my 
Knees to worship

The bees
Did not swarm
The Russian Sage
This morning
Later when
The sun has
Warmed the air
They will come








Prompt:  ghosts, exact, patches, gathered, worship, spill
unbidden, hillside, where, swarm, edges, sharp

19 comments:

  1. nice...that first frost can be pretty amazing...seeing all the world glittering like a jewel...the bees will come...that frost wont last...enjoy both treasures, while you can...

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  2. Your heather is spectacular. I would love to see frost on the desert. Beautiful words, this morning, kiddo.

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  3. Seasonal transformations have a ghostly overlay of things unknown though seen. Lovely reflective poem.

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  4. Beautifully wordled, Annell. First frost has its own beauty, but is a harbinger of times to come.

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  5. it brought me back to those early desert mornings from long ago....

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  6. Those bees have lots to do before their winter break cuddled up together.

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  7. You know your bees. I love the first two lines. They sets the tone.

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  8. Enjoy how your words observe nature...nicely done.

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  9. Such wonderment with and at the world..i love you for that and share the sparkles x

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  10. I'm back. Thanks for trying to find me. Just letting you know that I am not from the Wordle link. You posted your poem at Poets United. My link to my poem is there.

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  11. I love this. I like how you connected the cooling temps to the swarming bees

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  12. some lovely recorded moments here... is this a response to this week's Sunday Whirl? - if so, you've incorporated the words wonderfully well

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  13. Worship, I think, is the only appropriate response to these unbidden, mysterious visitations.

    Whirl of Disjointed Bits and Pieces

    (Why the word verification? I don't remember its being here before.)

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  14. I put in my own comment, and clicked publish, the word verification didn't come up.

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  15. Beautiful imagery. And the bees will come...Bless'm.
    Anna :o]

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  16. "Perhaps unbidden
    Ghosts from the hillside
    Gathered to create
    Such a transformation"

    Those are some beautiful lines. Loved your poem. Many thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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