ABCB poem

[kat heatherington]

greetings to all --
	i don't usually write in anything resembling rhymed forms (nearly 
all of my poetry is strictly mundane), but i do have a few that have been 
causing me trouble.  i know the subject of this isn't honor, and i beg your 
forgiveness for this lack of courtesy.  but i'd really love to hear what 
you all think of this (tell me how bad it really is!) :)
	
	mist rises up around my feet
	the frozen ground obscured
	in morning's obdurate fog,
	a voice none other heard--

	a hand upon my shoulder
	cold ice-smooth fingers knowing
	somehow that i would be here
	within the fog sweet-flowing

	i felt your hand in mine, 
	your voice beside my ear
	for all the crowd i stood among
	none other seemed to hear 

	nor yet to sense your presence
	within the break of day --
	i set my feet for homeward
	you knew i would not stay.

comments?
	Briana Llywellyn