Agnes Krampe Poet Free verse

Winter Magic

First frost
   Writes fine lines
	  In the filigree of spider webs.
The air is like chalk.
Grass blades sparkle
   For a fleeting hour
	   Until the sun
		Leaps over the trees,
		Laps up the fog and
		Licks the lawn green.

12/29/2016

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Line Gauthier July 20, 2018 at 9:14 AM Sweet imagery, Agnes.

John Lawless December 31, 2016 at 10:29 AM WOW....WHAT A VISUAL EXPRESSION...love it Agnes. Could picture the sun leaping, lapping and licking Agnes Krampe December 31, 2016 at 10:56 AM Thanks, John :)

Eve Roper December 30, 2016 at 8:30 PM Wonderful verse, Agnes :-) Agnes Krampe December 30, 2016 at 9:21 PM thank you, Eve.

Doug Vinson December 30, 2016 at 7:09 PM Talk about "writing fine lines..." : ) Well done, Agnes. Agnes Krampe December 30, 2016 at 7:34 PM Thank you so much, Doug.

Nette Onclaud December 30, 2016 at 2:58 PM wow, agnes... brief but so robust with imagery... happy new year and huggs Agnes Krampe December 30, 2016 at 7:34 PM Thank you for your kind words, nette - happy new year to you, too.

Daniel Turner December 30, 2016 at 12:40 PM Very nice, Mrs Agnes. A fun poem:) Agnes Krampe December 30, 2016 at 7:34 PM Thanks, Daniel.

Joseph May December 30, 2016 at 10:03 AM Beautifully penned Agnes... Agnes Krampe December 30, 2016 at 7:33 PM Thank you, Joseph.

Chris Green December 29, 2016 at 5:51 PM This is very beautiful Agnes, it feels so light and free. Nicely done. Agnes Krampe December 30, 2016 at 7:33 PM Thanks for stopping by and your kind comment, Chris.