November mornings

Dawn is a grey cat.
Watch: even the frost-limned leaves
Barely make a stir.


6 responses to “November mornings

  1. I wish I “knew how to poetry” better so I could leave a more constructive comment, but I like this poem. The imagery is both crisp and soft, and all-in-all quiet. Lovely.

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  2. limned. I had to look it up. Three times. I am still not sure exactly what it means, but it’s not often that I come across a word that is not just obscure but obsolete. I. Love. It. It sounds like “limb” but not. It sounds like “lined” but not. I see what you did. I can’t tell you the technicalities that make this poem work, I just like it.

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  3. This brings a bit of beauty to a less-than-beautiful month.

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  4. I imagine the cat flicking its tail, the way they do when they stalk. I don’t know if that’s what you intended because I don’t poem well, but I loved this haiku.

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  5. I cannot get beyond the stunning imagery of dawn as a grey cat! And “frost-limned leaves” just sends shivers over me. You have such a beautiful way with words.

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  6. I could see a lazy cat sleeping as I read the three lines. Love it.

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