Harry Horsman Poet Couplet

A Winter's Walk

Snowflakes dancing with the wildest wind,
Those to enhance footprints destined.

The Barren moor top in virgin shroud,
Mingles and jostles amid darkest cloud.

Snow on ‘Daughton Heights’ Reflecting,
Gleaming dreaming retrospecting.

Upon one’s journey through drifts bound,
The first imprints honest and profound.

A Whiter shade of pale exposed,
Blanket mist, the sun indisposed.

The Crocus the Snowdrop quivers,
Above ground another dawn shivers.

© Harry J Horsman  2011

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Sharon Ruebel December 17, 2011 at 11:10 AM Hello Harry, I love love love this write. I have read it several times now...So beautiful you have expressed yourself here. As Always, Shar

Elizabeth Wesley November 26, 2011 at 7:34 AM Perfect view of winter. You give it a special magic Harry. Nice picture of you - I love seeing what all our friends look like. Lizzy

Poet Destroyer A November 25, 2011 at 11:17 PM Harry,, first things first~ How was your thanksgiving? I hope fine! About this poem: i love all the images from start to end..i can view snowflakes dancing up against the wind... but, it gets to cold as i stand in your image to long... very nice... good luck in the contest...p..d

Andrea Dietrich November 25, 2011 at 10:45 PM Many lovely images in this one. it's peaceful and gentle like the winter walk!

Rachel Heffington November 25, 2011 at 6:57 PM Great job! I really liked it. :) We don't get too much snow where I live, so the first snowstorm of winter is always a thing to be remembered. :)

Wilma Neels November 25, 2011 at 1:34 PM this is a visual masterpiece Harry ;) thank you for the compliment on my photo, you made me smile, but then again you always do when you comment on my work.. Hope your weekend will be a great one my friend.. Good luck with Francine's contest ;) love Wilma

Sara Kendrick November 25, 2011 at 12:47 PM Reads like a winning work to me..Good luck in the contest..Very good rhymes and rhythm..I haven't seen any of your work for quite awhile..Sara

Daver Austin November 25, 2011 at 9:26 AM "The barren moor - Daughton Heights." I'm shivering, Harry. Suppose Heathcliff is looking for Kathy out there? Wonderful stuff! Love, daver

Broken Butterfly November 25, 2011 at 8:43 AM This is beautiful Harry. I loved that walk. Broken Butterfly November 25, 2011 at 8:44 AM I added you as a fav poet hope you do not mind?