one single impression: no 57, smoke
read write poem: napowrimo April 1 2009
photo: Olga_Dietrich, flickr
standing still in white
one would have caught the keen eyes
murmuring serene
beneath her veil
clear as the blue sky shining
anticipation
distracted since dawn
he waried of the hour
his chilled shifting heart
nearing the noon niche
both would soon recognize love
in the clearing mist
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
Gorgeous, Ms Pie. Your poem is as delicate and careful as lace.
Absolutely beautiful.
Brilliant as usual.
Gorgeous. You make me feel again the hope of love.
Oh, so nice! It will be such a nice day, hopefully a nice lifetime. Here we have the nervous anticipation that only a bride can experience. I can feel it with her here.
“delicate and careful as lace”
“love in the clearing mist…” Lovely.
So subtle…like smoke!
The love that clears the mist away from both their hearts…
Beautiful!!
Thank you—
Stories in three lines each; captivating!