Donna Shropshire Caviness Poet I do not know?

Winters Wind

So bashful to the wind the day sets at bay
recollecting the past of the stilled clay,
mounded mind distract the dew
observing the mountains in the view,
combusting in it's self the rain flaws
cold winter winds build it's claws,
to tangle the day amoung the clear
just to await what could be coming near,
golden spokes of torned day
breaks the path of wilted frey.

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Carol Sunshine Brown February 16, 2012 at 11:23 AM I am stopping back today to see if you have continued to write and post new poetry Donna. I hope that you will continue with your writing. You have taken the first step~ ~to write and share. When you feel the need for inspiration read some of the other poetry here at PoetrySoup. It will help you and I will stop by again to read your poems. Love, Carol

Sandile Msane February 10, 2012 at 3:03 AM Nice write, I love the picture you painted throughout the poem.