Morning’s frosty breath
halts the world,
for just a moment,
while we wonder
and listen to it whisper.
In the garden,
birds have left
hieroglyphic tracks,
secrets that slowly thaw
in the lukewarm stain
of the rising sun.
Kim M. Russell, 2018
A poem for Poets United Poetry Pantry #391
writing in north norfolk 
hieroglyphic tracks and lukewarm stain of the rising sun …splendid images!
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Thank you, Rajani!
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Tender and crisp – just like those little feet… i love how you capture the miniature whilst all around us so much is going on
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Thank you, Jae.
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Morning’s frosty breath halts the world.. sigh.. this alone is so captivating! You’re an incredible writer, Kim!💖
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Thank you so much, Sanaa! 🙂
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I often thought of quotes like that on frosty morning days but it was so cold I couldn’t take my hands out my gloves to write them down…but glad you did.
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Thanks Robin!
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lovely crisp silence to this poem
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Thank you, Laura.
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Oh, this is beautiful. I love it!
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Thank you, Sherri!
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I really like this. It so expresses what it is like this time of year. Definitely enjoyed reading about the birds’ hieroglyphic tracks and how as the day goes on they melt away. Really evokes February to the max!
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Thank you, Mary!
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I love the sensory images as you paint this poem in the frost.
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Thank you, Donna!
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I like the secrets thawing and the stillness this evokes.
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🙂
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I love the bird tracks in the snow.
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🙂
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This is what my morning feels like today. The birds had began singing courting songs a couple of weeks ago in anticipation of spring, but winter had to have its say.
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Yes, the cold weather keeps coming back, but spring is on its way!
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Yes, snow reveals tracks, that go unseen on most days.
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Luv the mystery of your morning: breath and script of birds are lovely images. Happy Sunday
much love…
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Thank you, Gillena. Happy Sunday and have a good week!
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So beautiful to focus on those tracks… wonderful
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Thank you, Björn.
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hieroglyphic tracks, that is a great line! I had deer tracks this morning…
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Thanks! No snow or frost this morning, just grey skies and rain.
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Wonderful! Beautifully penned. I love the ‘hieroglyphic tracks’.
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Thank you, Wendy.
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kaykuala
The tracks can give an inkling of things coming ‘on the way’ Yes, it can be a revealing pic, Kim
Hank
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🙂
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The serenity and beauty of these images are superb!!!
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Thank you, Myrna!
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what are the birds trying to tell us?
beautiful writing!
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Thank you!
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Delicious words Kim, delicious.
Anna :o]
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Thanks Anna 😊
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Can you read the bird tracks? 😉
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I wish! 😊
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Awesome Natural Marvels.. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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Thank you, Dorna! 😊💟🐧
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Wonderful! Your poetry almost makes me like the idea of winter.
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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Beautiful! I love the winter imagery – it gives me chills, so to speak 🙂
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😊
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