Monday, November 22, 2010

Then Winter - Poetry Potluck

This is one I wrote some time ago. It's a cold, misty day today, which feels just right for this. I also think it fits, sort of, into the poetry potluck category.


Then Winter

Trees stand cold as iron;
Mist, like tattered souls
Wraps ‘round limbs,
Blows through branches,
Gathers and swirls
Thick in one spot
Above the pond.

From the center rises
A ghost-pale woman,
Hair and eyes grey like smoke.
She whisks off
In a great hurry;
Translucent robes
Stream out behind.
She is bone-cold
And world weary
There is anguish in her eyes -
No ‘rest in peace’ for her.

She is wind,
Blue-grey and icy,
Chasing autumn south,
Making way for winter,
Frost at her heels.
She must rush
Or it will encase her
In a brittle, crystalline statue of herself -

Then winter…winter.

19 comments:

  1. Beautifully written. Very good imagery. She must rush or .... I like the last descriptive phrase especially.

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  2. She's probably looking for her long-lost love, Jack Frost. (LOL!) Nice piece, Mary!

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  3. love your portrayal of wind...
    dynamic and elegant...
    Thanks for sharing your art with potluck...

    Happy Monday!

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  4. Mary Ma'am,
    The advent of winter brilliantly exposed.

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  5. I live in a very windy place, cold winds blow....this is perfect. :)

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  6. Thank you all. I absolutely love this time of year, autumn, late autumn, and new winter. there is an austere beauty in this time when autumn exits and winter takes her place.

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  7. Beautifully mysterious piece. It fits the weather here right now...snow on the ground, winds howling announcing an impending winter storm.

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  8. ooooo....very nice! I enjoyed the mystery in this piece and chiller at the end. ....WINTER!!!
    that's enough to make anybody run! lol
    seriously...very good piece. Thank you

    glad I found you on Jingle!

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  9. Thank you! Both of you. I appreciate so much!

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  10. she is wind, Blue-grey and icy -nice line. I do enjoy your poetry, Mary

    Warmest Salad

    Luke @ WordSalad

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  11. Quite chilling..so well done..one yearns for the buds of spring!!

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  12. A gorgeous personification of winter. Loved it!

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  13. Luke - thank you, I value your opinion

    Lyn - thanks. I actually love winter - especially when I'm in front of a warm fire!

    Talon - thank you - I do a lot of personification

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  14. Dear Mary Bach
    Beautiful and vivid picturisation.. I enjoyed the winter on her heels...
    perfect...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
    Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com

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  15. "She is wind,
    Blue-grey and icy,
    Chasing autumn south,"

    Beautiful, Mary...these words touched me. Just lovely! :)

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  16. Thank you Shashi, I feel so fortunate to live in a place that has these changing seasons, and winter is on our heels right now!

    Eaton - thank you, I find nature to be very moving. I'm glad I could convey a little bit of that here.

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  17. week 11 potluck awards/treats 4 u

    Thanks for the beautiful contribution to week 11, hope to see you next Monday!
    Happy Thursday!
    Happy Thanksgiving Holiday if you celebrate!

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  18. Thank you Jingle! 'See' your Monday.
    And yes, I do celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope you have a happy one as well (if you celebrate).
    cheers

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