Welcome!!! Here is the poetry prompt for our first day creating our community Thanksgiving Poem!! I’m excited to see what we come up with!! Leave a line of poetry in the comment section and I’ll put it all together for you tomorrow morning along with another prompt!!
Moon sliver slices sky silver and star dust settles on shoulders and hair
Having fun at Emily’s!
12 thoughts on “Frost Dawn – A Community Thanksgiving Poem”
Because of traffic snarls, I got to see the sunrise, and the sunset; all in one day.
The dappled drops of light play silently on my face, casting me as the lonely spirit that I am
Inhaling the smell of pumpkin spice and autumn leaves, candles burning and casting characters on the wall…loving all things autumn.
Colored leaves dancing through the crisp air sweep me off my feet into the glory of God, spirit soaring, and then love taking the final bow.
These shades of brown and deep gray seat so deeply into my heart – the branches empty and wanting – o be still my heart and listen for His whisper of hope and new life
The cold that aches my fingers, reminding me I don’t have to sleep on a street;
The drizzle stinging my face, reminding me my home is safe and dry;
The dreary grey skies, reminding me my family is safe and happy;
And all these, reminding me of His love for all less fortunate than I.
We are all poor, and we are all rich – it is the search that determines which.
The icy, white horse in the pasture glistens in the moonlight glow. She snorts and prances bold and fearless as if she dances round about in praise to her Creator.
The buoyancy of the breeze beckons boldly
while my breath ingests it’s intoxicating essence
Then I fly into my imagination and I’m happily in heaven
Wow – Kim. Good luck with this amazing mix of ideas/words/lines.
stardust reminding me I am dust,
slithering down, down,
deep into the Spirit breath
that holds it all together
there is no light where there is not dark and i’m moon casting glow into the night, come dawn.
Bummer…you ended up in spam and I got this too late…beautiful line friend.
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