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18 December, 2008

FROST

Shoulder to shoulder, stood

blades of sharpened silver

shrouded in the swirling mist

silently waiting for the morning

sun; to soften them.


(C) Jan Hedger (GROW)

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  1. AshleyDecember 18, 2008 at 2:29 AM

    Wonderful, crisp, sharp imagery. A great example of the right words in the right places to describe a scene.

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