Michael Whatley Poet Pastoral

Winter's Morning

The howling wind of which brushes through the trees
Pushes through the green in the volatile breeze
Merciful star of beaming light in which to bask
Overwhelmed, by the bittersweet winter's mask

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Anne-Lise Andresen February 8, 2016 at 5:46 AM - Winter is long and cold ...... I say welcome to the spring with happiness - A great poem, Michael - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Michael Whatley February 8, 2016 at 9:00 AM Aha, you said it Anne! ^^

Faye Lowley January 3, 2016 at 9:10 AM How I wish this would have been longer, it was very good in its rhyming and imagery. Well chosen words and an enjoyable read. faye Michael Whatley January 4, 2016 at 4:44 PM Many thanks for reading, Faye. I'll consider writing something similar/a continuation in the future!

Lin Lane December 30, 2015 at 7:37 AM Winters certainly can be bittersweet. I like the line about the star being merciful with its light. Well done, Michael. Michael Whatley December 30, 2015 at 3:25 PM Many thanks Lin!