Lit silvery and small in frozen leaves
Air settles still from the frigid night
As I leave behind fire and flannel sheets
Fog hangs like frozen breath
As salmon dawn swims into eastern sky
Trees, black, remembering dreams
The forest waits for a spark to catch
(I'm always wishing to write more "on location." These two were written that way. In the last hour before dawn.)
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I like these both very much and have seen my favorite hours of the day now through the voice of another.
thank you Jason.
"Fog hangs like frozen breath"
What beautiful imagery! Almost like the cold makes you feel right at home and there's no need for words, only the comfort of the vision.
Very evocative imagery. The writing on location certainly works in this case.
Oh, I thought they were the same one! I was about to comment on the interesting way you wrote it-usually people just put the poem BENEATH the photo, but I thought this was pretty original.
In any case, twas brilliant!
Walking Man, it has a brutal beauty to it. Or maybe it's just raw.
Atrisa, it was hanging in the valley under the eyes of the mountain.
Karen, most of my writing is done on the train. You can only do so many train scenes. ;) I worry that what I pry out of my head is flat and 2D. Being on location lets me record what's there, rather than what I think is there.
Oddyoddyo13, since the pre-dawn was second, I wanted the phtoo to follow the still-night portion.
:) what a coincidence. I just came from visiting another blog, that was speaking about crystals on grass reflecting the sun!
what a beautiful imagery! I like the picture of salmon dawn swimming!
Fire and flannel sheets. Mmmmmm.
This is so beautiful Jason. Loved reading and savoring each line.
Stopping by to wish you and Aine a wonderful holiday season.
Hugs, G
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I'm an early riser, and these so perfectly capture the quiet magic of that time of day...Beautiful. Thanks.
Mona, I love blog convergences!
Jade, yes indeed. Hard to leave them. :)
Geraldine, you have a wonderful holiday too! Thanks for stopping by!
Sere, it's not something that I experience often, but it is a beautiful time of day. If only early didn't necessarily mean I'm not sleeping....
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