Tiny droplets
condensed moisture
hanging thickly
atop houses
trees, gardens
enveloping all life
a chilling mantle
buffer against
all sensation alas
only the sound is
heard of heartbeats
soft breathing
hushed ‘neath warm
cozy blankets
© December 2011 Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
fantastic poem.
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Thanks Trisha and not to worry about your comments! They all eventually come to me and are appreciated.
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the first portion is amazing, beautiful like a winter morning, the last few lines are yummy 🙂 cozy and warm.
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that picture is magical.
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wordpress is being a bit naughty today.
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A beautiful picture in words you have painted my friend
A pleasure to read
Aussie Emu
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Thank You Ian! I appreciate all your coments here.
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Nothing better than cosying under blankets when it is wet outside 🙂
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Thanks Gabrielle! The other morning I looked out my window briefly and could not see hardly anything. I quickly climbed back into bed.
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Love the atmosphere evoked by this poem. It’s a bit like that in Sydney at the moment, Renee – coldest start to summer in 50 years, so we’ll definitely need to get out the winter duvet tonight.
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I think weather is changing globally. We had no Summer, really, and now more of the same except cold. Keeping warm is definitely the way to go. Thank You!
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There is a deffinate quiet that comes in with winter, isn’t there? Lovely!
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Yes, so true. Everyone is in their homes and so few out and about. But the quiet is a good thing for writing. Thank You!
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