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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4583 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Winter Song Caballo Oscuro I woke before the cars to walk into a green dawn where the stars had their eyes almost closed, Some restless trees whispered as I walked by, but their words were too soft, I had the sound of my footsteps for company. I cannot tell you how green becomes pale rose grey, Where grey turns the sky into a nectarine, ripening into a marvellous orange, until a segment of the sun is born again. I turn southwards, climbing higher on an easy slope, my back warm and my eyes finding thin morning clouds. Summits are peaceful places, spirits cast off their mists here to play in the blue clear air. I am not lonely, the ocean strokes her land with affection and I fill my eyes with the colours of life. Silence bows to the most beautiful music, winged notes carried high by a skylark, her tiny soul singing a winter song, bringing a song to me that is the embodiment of hope and joy, she is a small, bright jewel in a coronet of sky. |
