
They came too late to say “goodbye”
for long had she been dead
the one who had bounded free
and always the herd led
where goes the life
that under tree doth fall
a breath too soon has left
tho young or old it matters not
their heart we are bereft
Winter steals many things
color, warmth and all
your beauty seemed to gather much
and teased the world of spring
Carry forth into the night
you spirit of the dawn
perhaps well see you in her eyes
unsteady as a fawn
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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Your poems are always wonderful to read, this one is sad.
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The opening line sets the tone of the poem well IMHO.
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Beautiful !
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A sad part of winter…
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