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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
Showing posts with label baby it's cold outside. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baby it's cold outside. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Fleeting and Precious

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Time stops
for a moment, frozen
The bay
hides her secrets under
a cold, varnished lid
Branches of tall oaks
sheathed in shimmer
Pine needles
ensconced in ice
Winter's toothpicks
Dogwood
dripping diamonds
Ephemeral jewels
fleeting and
precious.

Note: I was inspired by the caption to a FB post from Dusty and Vicki Rhoades which read, "Dogwood dripping diamonds"

Sunday, January 27, 2013

The Girl Who Loved Winter Sleeps

image by Rosie Hardy, self-portrait
The girl who loved winter
knew warmth
Kissed by a dream
Morpheus seduced
She slept

Snowflakes fell
like sand in her eyes
The wind rocked her
in its icy arms
and sang to her a haunting lullaby

She slept
a deep and primal sleep
A she-bear in her cave
Embraced by long black hair
A blanket of herself
thick and sweet-smelling

The girl who loved winter
cossetted by the cold
felt warm
The winter sheltered her 
like a puppy wrapped in an eiderdown quilt
A small beating heart
within the vast whiteness.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, First and Last Lines (in which we are to take a last line from a previous poem and make it the first line of a new one.  I used two last lines: The Girl Who Loves Winter III and The Longing and made them my first three lines of this one.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Winter Poem

Winter by whooa
The cold has slowed the noise of restless Fall
and hoarfrost coats the grass beneath our feet
From Autumn's warmth descends December's pall
The cold has slowed the noise of restless Fall
Eath's shoulders draped within a white prayer shawl
We contemplate another year complete
The cold has slowed the noise of restless Fall
and hoarfrost coats the grass beneath our feet.