Michael Whatley Poet Pastoral

Winter's Mourning

Sacrilege o' the air; the now gently weeping sky
Mournful droplets of blue as the clouds began to cry
Leering at the plains; balancing on a leaf
A solitary crow, mocks the frigid ground beneath

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Keith Bickerstaffe February 18, 2016 at 10:11 AM A 7 and a definite favourite! Wonderful phrasing, imagery and neat couplet rhyming! BRAVO my friend!! Best wishes, Keith

Gordon Mcconnell February 18, 2016 at 10:05 AM nice one Michael, well penned!

Elaine George February 9, 2016 at 11:43 AM You paint such and extraordinary vision of a winter morning in so few words. Magnificent!!! Michael Whatley February 11, 2016 at 7:29 PM Thank you so much for your kind words, Elaine!

Harry Horsman February 5, 2016 at 9:47 AM Awesome poetry, as a feel of Shelly about it.. Michael Whatley February 8, 2016 at 3:18 AM Many thanks, Harry!

Skat A January 31, 2016 at 8:36 PM MICHAEL, A great pleasure to find and read your poem today. Love -- SKAT -- Michael Whatley February 8, 2016 at 3:17 AM Thank you very much, SKATster! ^^

Elaine George January 30, 2016 at 12:35 AM Ah....so beautiful and soothing capturing the ambience of a winter mourning. Well done, Michael. Michael Whatley February 8, 2016 at 3:17 AM Aha, many thanks for your words, Elaine ^^

White Sage January 29, 2016 at 4:16 PM well written Michael...nice pastoral piece Michael Whatley February 8, 2016 at 3:16 AM Thanks for reading, Sage!

Lin Lane January 29, 2016 at 7:40 AM Wonderful words to describe the pastoral setting. "Droplets of blue as the clouds began to cry." Well done, Michael. Michael Whatley January 29, 2016 at 7:43 AM Many thanks for the feedback, Lin! During this sequel to the "Morning", I've really come to appreciate the pastoral style.

Ovidiu Bocsa January 29, 2016 at 6:37 AM Congrat.A visible talent blowing up from just four verses covering the world entire in past. Michael Whatley January 29, 2016 at 7:36 AM Many thanks, Ovidiu!