Grace @ Everyday Amazing
morning dawns in white
icicles, dangling like sharp spears from
brown-tiled roof, winter seeps colder than ever
veiling the trees, bare
and seedless, in muted symphony - pristine
as morning dawns in white
sky heaves in palest pink
and lavender clouds, slowly melting the
icicles, dangling like sharp spears from
my window, crusted in sprinkled crystals--
all is quiet, not a bird nor squirrel scampering the
brown-tiled roof, winter seeps colder than ever
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Chained Rhyme: Cascade - Hosted by Hedgewitch ~ A cascade is a poem where each line of the first stanza serves in sequence as the last line of the following stanzas.
smiles...i love the hush of snow and storm...it stills the world...like that last stanza...the sharp spears and veils are both great touches in this as well grace...
ReplyDeleteWe were blasted by severe winter storm, so everything outside is white and icy ~
DeleteThanks for the visit Brian ~
This is beautiful ... you touched the coldness of winter perfectly !!!
ReplyDeleteIt is very cold here ~ Thanks for the visit GS ~
DeleteThis is lovely, Grace--full of a spirit of Nature and winter, and you use the form as it was meant, a contemplative, soothing almost, repeating of lines like a waterfall which never runs dry. I especially like the idea of winter seeping...really describes the insidiousness of cold...thanks for participating.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the lovely challenge Joy ~ I must write another cascade poem ~
DeleteWow, most meditative as the "winter seeps colder." You reminded me that this is the prompt I have been looking forward to. Yours is like walking down steps for breakfast and standing mesmerized in front of the kitchen window before turning on the light.
ReplyDeleteI went out into the cold morning and my feet froze despite the boots...brrr..... Looking forward to yours, Susan ~
DeleteI can see the colors of that sky, wonderful images
ReplyDeleteLiked especially "dangling like sharp spears"-such a clear image of the winter scene you describe Grace. Lovely work.
ReplyDeleteThis is stunning, Grace! You worked the form to perfection and definitely put a good slant on winter.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful.. the majesty of winter described to such perfection..
ReplyDeleteA very pretty poem, a great use of form. k.
ReplyDeleteCaptured the scene wonderfully, as winter may suck but you bring it to life. Te squirrels are smart enough to hide.
ReplyDeleteNow I feel cold!
ReplyDeleteYours is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWell done Grace, I want to try again :D
Beautifully captured! I can feel the cold!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful winter poem! I love this, and the picture is perfect for it.
ReplyDeleteoh, beautiful and you surely chose the perfect line to end it. very nice! and stay warm :)
ReplyDeleteall is quiet - not a bird nor squirrel - so true during the cold of winter!
ReplyDeleteBrrrr. I can feel the winter in your poem. Lovely images!
ReplyDeleteYou are a master of the tercet form, and this idea of cascading lines suits your style perfectly.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful ode to a winter wonderland :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful description of what winter is ........
ReplyDeleteOh, so icy, cold, wintry, snowy....
ReplyDeleteyou make the storm seem like such a wonderful thing
ReplyDeletejourney with a new friend
This is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful - and wintry - I see on the news you are getting hammered over there. Keep warm!
ReplyDeleteSnow snuffs out the sound and leaves nature for a few moments mute...love the poem. Keep safe and warm!
ReplyDeleteYou and I are doing something similar with colors, but your core verse is so much more gentle and gorgeous! I had no imagination for putting the paint on my pallet.
ReplyDeleteYour imagery is perfect all throughout the poem. Very well done.
ReplyDeleteCan someone please write a summer poem for now. And not a distant summer to come. If I had two houses and an airplane I'd be in OZ in the summer and America in the summer. Oh well cold hands (thoughts) warm heart.
ReplyDeleteWinters <3
ReplyDeleteOh, I love the snow! There is truly nothing like waking up to some crisp winter air ... and the icicles outside of your window.
ReplyDeleteEmily
A Day in Durham
This is a lovely form to follow; a somewhat similiar but much shortened form of the pantoum.
ReplyDeleteYou captured winter perfectly!