Sunday, February 19, 2012

A Sapid Wind Kisses My Cheeks



It has rained all night,
The driveway glistens,
The grass is ankle-deep and wet,
Green birch trees have grown a few new leaves overnight.
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I stand in front of the woods,
Lifting my face into cozy sunlight,
A sapid wind kisses my cheeks.
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Glad to see the darkness of winter gone,
The mountains, jade green, fill the distance
with their mighty, bold stretch.
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A wedge of birds sings in rhythms,
Freshness overtakes my body,
I’m going to enjoy this time of the year,
With joy written in my footsteps.

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70 comments:

  1. Just beautiful...oh that it would be true in my part of the world that winter would be GONE. For us it is just beginning. I love picturing the jade green mountains.

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  2. Beautiful words! You painted such a lovely picture with them.

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  3. With joy written in your footprint, I like that!

    Here I always love to see the winter arrive!! :)

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  4. This is a beautiful lyrical piece.
    Well written!

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  5. Now this was a refreshing glimpse into the beauty of nature and how you related with her beauty. Lovely, inspiration piece of poetry. Beautiful work!

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  6. "With joy written in my footsteps"

    Love this. Reads almost like a story, some descriptive prose that preludes an event of stark contrast...

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  7. With joy written in each of your line here..it's been a delightful experience to read such a Happy Poem.. real Sapid..that!!!

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  8. Such a pretty rain you desribe so nicely, M.
    I loved to run in the the rain whenever there wasn't lightening. Not only could I enjoy the beauty of the rain, but also I could enjoy the beauty of the earth bathing in the rain. (I can no longer run.)
    ..

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  9. I love it. "With joy written in my footsteps"........wonderful!

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  10. Very nice... winter is upon me here, but your words are making it brighter.

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  11. I can draw this picture in my head..
    This is beautiful.
    xo

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  12. Your words help me look forward to spring!

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  13. A sapid wind kisses my cheeks.

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  14. Freshness overtakes my body,
    I’m going to enjoy this time of the year,
    With joy written in my footsteps.

    YES!
    emanita01 <3

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  15. I would rather get the rain than snow, and birds singing than snowman.

    A lovely ode to spring ~

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  16. Beautifully vivid. Very well done!
    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/12/04/then-snared/

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  17. Spring is my favourite...and you write a lovely picture of it.

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  18. haha. nice imagery there. Here, in Delhi, winter is just ascending slowly. Will have to wait for a while to live what you have written. Good work, nonetheless. :)

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  19. mmm, nice. it resonates well, especially now as I look outside my window, into the December darkness.

    very real, ''a sapid wind kisses my cheeks…'' I can feel it…makes me remember Hawaii.

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  20. Inspired metaphors throughout. A treat to read.

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  21. Hello.
    Oh how I wish this were true. Winter is just beginning where I live.
    Nice imagery & I love "sapid wind kisses my cheeks".
    Such a pleasant poem.
    Thanks for sharing & visiting. I appreciate the comment.

    For ref:
    Your Reward Is My Sorrow

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  22. Good details i could see it. Thank you

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  23. "with joy written in my footsteps" Beautiful!

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  24. Beautiful. Always enjoy the imagery of your poems.

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  25. What a lovely poem! Creates a beautiful picture with you words, well done! blessings, Terri

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  26. With joy written in my footsteps

    Perfect ending for a delightful write!

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  27. With joy written in my footsteps

    Perfect ending for a delightful write!

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  28. This is really great, winter is starting here and I found myself wistfully wishing it was spring instead. That last line is just fantastic.

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  29. Nice imagery...I know I'll look forward to this by the time our winter is over.

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  30. I love the line: with joy written in my footsteps. This is a lovely poem.

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  31. Vivid and dreamy at the same time.

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  32. Very nice. It picks me up just reading it. K.

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  33. Nicely written. Love the last line. After a long, long, long winter I think I feel these words to the core!
    William

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  34. "with joy written in my footsteps,"
    nice way to end the poem! Well written!

    Erick Flores

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  35. Ah the joy of your words bring spring to my winter...nice work!

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  36. Beautifully written and very moving.

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  37. "A wedge of birds sings in rhythms,
    freshness overtakes my body..."
    Great imagery for spring. I might have to steal the "freshness overtakes my body" When spring returns to Michigan I will definitely be thinking that.
    Nice one.. ooo and thanks for your visit to my blog. geezergirl..

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  38. After winter trudges through,
    and the cold nudges spring,
    I'll see the season I forgot,
    and the burgeoning life it brings.

    Your poem awakens the joy that has lain dormant.

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  39. What a touching poem. I loved to read this one.

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  40. These images are stunning. Makes me want to go outside and let that sapid wind kiss my cheeks...but it's 12 degrees out. I love the crispness of this poem.

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  41. lovely! and yes I love the last line also ....:)

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  42. lovely! and yes I love the last line also ....:)

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  43. Very nice.
    I long for "the darkness of winter gone" but I fear it has just begun (snow today)

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  44. This is lovely, Morning. Some lively and beautiful images. I can feel what you write.

    It is becoming winter here (though it's later every year with rain in December) so it's nice to read about spring and light returning.

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  45. Whats with all this darkness of winter?
    No winter then no spring............

    I liked the lyrical sound of this

    Joy written in your foot steps?
    Joy written in your foot prints?

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  46. i like the meaning i found of the word sapid. Although winter has its own beauty,there's lots of refreshing imagery in this that sings of the beauty in spring

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  47. i like the meaning i found of the word sapid. Although winter has its own beauty,there's lots of refreshing imagery in this that sings of the beauty in spring

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  48. What a beautiful poem about the end of winter and a beginning of green and yellow. Great images.

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  49. I really like the last line... with joy written in my footsteps. :)

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  50. "with joy written in my footsteps"...i love this! beautiful poem...

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  51. Where are you to have summer now? Aus or New Zealand. We're about to go into our winter here. :(
    Lovely prose and thanks for your comment today, appreciated.

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  52. Oh, lovely!

    This just sucked me in and put me there.....

    Lady Nyo

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  53. The sapid wind! I like that very much - though I had to look up the word and found sapid to be mainly N American. A pleasant tasting wind is a lovely concept.

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  54. I love the language you use; your poem made me so nostalgic! =) Wonderful write.

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  55. Morning,
    You captured the reality of what's coming and what is most welcomed - the greenery of spring! Great!

    Hank

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  56. I really enjoyed this! It made me miss seeing the mountains in the morning.

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  57. Spiritual and visual pleasing.

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  58. Very nice. Enjoy and savor the moment that you have. :) Cheers to you.

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  59. I feel so fresh after reading this!!!!!!! :)

    Thank you for sharing, Morning!
    Love your poems!

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  60. Your words brought me back to mornings breaking, to seasons breaking when the smell of birch was heavy in the air.
    Well done!
    Cheers,
    Mark

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  61. a serene piece Morning! nice write!

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  62. So nicely described! I could just feel and see the scene.

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