snowdrift hides dead flower shrubs and feathers
my hands are ice-numbed, knitted white, blued feathers
pine and fir trees weave their green lushness
lifting my spirits from gloom donning black feathers
sundial casts a long graceful shadow
while crescent moon rises with single feather
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson. This is a 44 word count, with the given word, LIFT. Thank you for your comments and visits.
Grace, this is just a STUNNING line:
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I love all the feather images here. I have the January blues, and you have indeed lifted my spirits as well. Thank you.
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Wow... love the short ghazal form and how you captured the way we have to seek out those small green wonders in the greyness of winter.
ReplyDeleteJanuary Blues....oh yes...I can imagine Billie Holliday singing the January Blues. Your feather images add a lightness and the "green lushness" gives a positive sense too.
ReplyDeleteWow Grace this is absolutely beautiful! I especially admire; "pine and fir trees weave their green lushness lifting my spirits from gloom donning black feathers." 🩷🩷
ReplyDeleteVery well-woven atmospheric piece, Grace.
ReplyDeleteA soft, lovely verse focusing on my favourite theme, nature...but flecked with touched of darkness, beautiful (Ain)
ReplyDeleteI love this line:
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Beautiful poem!
Nice one
ReplyDeleteMuch♡love
You have captured January and her dreariness. Thank goodness for the green pines and fir that added a splash of color to the day.
ReplyDeleteVery nice, Grace! It is good the evergreens accent the landscape in the wintertime!
ReplyDelete"my hands are ice-numbed, knitted white, blued feathers"...wow, what a splendid line!
ReplyDeleteYou paint a beautiful winter imagery.
Fluid lines .. beautiful
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