"WINTER'S TOUCH"
Margaret Ann Waddicor 6th November 2010.
Not snow
but frost with wings
of glittering silver
stir the grasses, roots,
and dying leaves with white,
in night's lamp-lit glow;
they sparkle, diamonds,
rich beyond compare,
their stiffened forms
made sculptures
by the air,
their gnarled shapes
intensified,
the fingers of the twigs
are glazed with light,
the ground is paled,
and crunches underfoot;
the stars shine extra bright
in atmosphere so clear,
the northern star,
impaled on branches bare,
the silent stare of passers by
so cold,
tucked into scarves
and woollen hats,
and winter coats;
such is this eve
of early winter's fall
so beautiful,
so fierce,
it pierces our concern
for temperature,
the nose drips constantly,
the fingers shiver,
the dark is
in control.
Comments
Thank you dear Shirl
I saw and felt it all intensely as it was dark out
and the stars were my only companions.
Love Anna
Fine work Ann
A very well constructed and beautiful winters' day poem. And the last line was just perfect. You should be very proud. Is it snowing yet where you are, it isn't here yet on the verges of Kent and South London, in the suburbs it can cause mayhem with the traffick, but on the first day when the snow is thick the town looks beautiful, makes me think of my childhood when it was more common, you could jump about in the stuff. Thanks for sharing, JohnXxx
Dearest Ann, I liked this
Dearest Ann, I liked this poem very much for its vivid description of terrible winter. I liked its ending very much, Ann.
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Touched by a Winter's poet
Ann,
I was completely drawn into this piece, although normally I find writing about nature a little boring as it has all been done before. That said, I read yours and I have to say it is the first refreshing poem about nature, well Winter, that I have read in a long long time.
You have the ability (and you must tell me your secret) to start with a blank (snow) white canvas and simply add layer after layer of imagery, each stroke a subtle stroke that builds up an empty canvas with colour filled words and expression.
It was a pleasure to read this.
HS
I'm a painter too
And your comment reminds me of a painter,
I see like one what is there,
intensely,
when walking in the woods and beside the lakes of Norway,
anywhere,
nature speaks her secrets to me
through the images I see
and they hover there like unseen apparitions
to be taken and used when sitting still before the page of white,
they come like the snow,
dancing down and want to take part
in the theatre of my admiration of them,
just so.
Thank you for that comment,
I often wonder if I am too nature orientated
and become too "romantically " involved in it,
thereby making people shy of nature poetry;
but you strengthen my feelings of self confidence,
that I have tugged at strings
and brought together what I so love to see,
all nature's riches here displayed,
as if for me.
Love to you Hooded stranger,
it would not be easy to see you today in the Winter mists,.
Ann..
winter
I would expect that winter in northern climes is almost an entity. One of my early inspirations for writing was the winter scenes in the movie "Doctor Zhivago ". Nice write.....scribbler
Definately a nom
Wonderful imagery - perfect with the pix to match - Just beautiful.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem.
Love Mand xxxxxxxx
made me shiver
'the dark is
in control.'
and it is coming into summer here
we're expecting temperatures of 36 - 37 degrees this weekend.....
still i shivered my annanya when i read this
beautifully done
love judyanne
xxxx
Oh then you must write one
Oh then you must write one that makes me feel hot judyanne?
Love annanya, glad to see/hear you judyanne.
And thank you Mand and Rosina, Scibbler and all.