Just something I dug up today that I thought I would share with y'all. :)
Misted Majesty
Misted is the dawn lit morn,
Bright and gay,
yet unknown,
It is more
beautiful than golden horns,
That sound to the far away.
High above the
light pours down
Upon the rich
land, the woods,
And the dewy,
earthen ground.
It shines bright
and lovingly.
It is at moments
like this,
When you wish you
could
Stay forever in
the bliss
Frozen in time
and mist.
Take me to the
frosted lands
Where mist rules
in wonder.
Where time is
still, like the sands
Of change and
dark and danger.
Hardly can I keep
my skin
And harder can I
breathe
When I stand shiv'ring within
Such bewitching glory.
~The Scribbler in the Attic
That's such a beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteDid you write it?! It's so pretty- especially the last verse. Give me lessons, will you?
ReplyDeleteLove ya,
Gabby
p.s. we're back from our trip in case you're wanting to pick up emailing :-)
Yes, I wrote it. :) Sure! Email any time! Love you, too, Gabby.
ReplyDeleteAwesome poem....... You are awesome.
ReplyDeleteAmazing poem! I love your poetry, you have an amazing gift for writing it!! :)
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