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And there was such a midnight
when the air took on a glow
and the sky began to loosen
and the dark was lit by snow
and the woods were sooner filled
with a whispering gypsy light
that danced across my footprints,
then swaddled them in white.
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(c) 1993, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
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Reminded me of winter walks at night…the sound and feel of frozen hard snow.
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Thanks Charlie, I remember that sound too. Snow can be magical to all our senses, it seems.
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I enjoyed this Betty – above that line ‘with a whispering gipsy light’.
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So glad you liked this poem, John. Thank you!
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Poet Queen to White Night.
Mate.
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Cleverly put. 🙂 Thanks for reading this old poem again, Ben.
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Thank *you* for reposting it, Betty. 🙂
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