Thursday, November 10, 2011

Dark December


In her holy dance
Earth turns away,
            from light
            from warmth
            from life

With each inspiration
of cold, sharp air
lungs ache

Visible breath,
ghost at the lips,
dissipates
leaving jewels of condensation
on all it touches

The austere landscape
is covered by
a night sky
of extravagant beauty,                       
hung with pulsing diamonds

As we run
tears freeze in our eyes
cold burns our ears
we taste darkness;
            no light
            no warmth
            no life

Yet this is the dark of hope-
the cold that sets the bulbs- 
the death that brings resurrection   

What are we running from?
Grace surrounds us.


This is a poem I wrote some time ago, which I am linking to Poets United for their prompt Winter.  Check out their site here: PU Thursday Think Tank I highly recommend it!

18 comments:

  1. Lovely Mary! I love seasonal pieces, and you've captured this so well.

    'Yet this is the dark of hope-
    the cold that sets the bulbs-
    the death that brings resurrection'

    Beautiful.

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  2. Mary,

    I love the depths within this poem. It may be nature or it may be the human mind. Both suffer in winter.....before the season of hope.

    Best wishes, Eileen

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  3. Until we die, we cannot be reborn. Nice one, Mary!

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  4. I love the line "leaving jewels of condensation on all it touches"...this is beautiful. :-)

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  5. Grace does surround us, and as long as it does, all is right in the world.

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  6. Loved the imagery. I hate the cold here in Atlantic Canada but, it truly has such beauty in winter too.
    Beautiful images conjured up all through this piece

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  7. WOW! Do I ever love this poem! Yes, what are we running from? I adore "Grace surrounds us." Sigh. So beautiful and soulful!!!!!!

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  8. 'ghosts at our lips' 'grace surrounds us' So many good lines here...I LOVE it, all of it! thank-you for visiting my blog so I could meet you! Yes, I think you guys get even more snow there than we do here. My husband comes to Green Bay almost every week...it is snowing as I write...

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  9. I love the metaphor from darkness to light...and your line "grace surrounds us" packs a punch ~

    Lovely share ~

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  10. Yes December is so dark
    With that snowy bark
    Hate when the white stuff leaves its mark
    Also takes up room when one wants to park

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  11. Yet this is the dark of hope-
    the cold that sets the bulbs-
    the death that brings resurrection

    true, well done.
    dark and reflective imagery.

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  12. really like this poem - everything works..nice fresh tone.

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  13. Thanks you all for your comments, I appreciate everyone. Winter seems to be a good topic, there are a lot of wonderful poems linked to this one.

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  14. Yet this is the dark of hope-
    the cold that sets the bulbs-
    the death that brings resurrection

    It all led up to this. Well done.

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  15. Hi I like the ethereal quality of this poem a lot, pic is cool too.

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  16. Dave - Thank you sir.

    Rch - Thanks, glad you stopped and also commented.

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  17. Stunning, haunting,yet with hope~
    "Visible breath,
    ghost at the lips,
    dissipates
    leaving jewels of condensation
    on all it touches"

    WOW~

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