my bony fingers
searched for your shoulder of green
under the half-sliced moon
but instead I tasted bittersweet
tang of the first snow flurries
pared by November's howling wind-
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"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
Thursday, December 1, 2016
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The way you describe this time of the year makes me colder... especially using the word shoulder made me think of an aging person.
ReplyDelete"under the half-sliced moon"
ReplyDeleteSimple, yet cleaver line... :)
Delightful poem
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That's gorgeous, Grace:
ReplyDelete'but instead I tasted bittersweet
tang of the first snow flurries
pared by November's howling wind-'
Passion and poetically gorgeous writing Grace.
ReplyDeleteIt left me feeling cold over my shoulder as I was reading this. You're very descriptive on the idea of the moon itself. Beautifully. :)
indeed, a cold feeling piece...especially with that "bony finger"
ReplyDeleteI love the voice you give this and 'half-sliced moon' is beautiful and simple. Your photograph is very atmospheric too, I like it a lot :o)
ReplyDeleteNever want to feel that cold and blah to the snow.
ReplyDeleteI got shivers reading this, more than I already had from today's weather. The photo is so perfect with it's bony fingers.
ReplyDeleteThis speaks so much--its mood and voice and imagery--beautifully done Grace
ReplyDeleteLovely description of winter's arrival.
ReplyDeleteYou did an amazing job capturing our mood and taking it away
ReplyDeleteCold wonderful words of that that is to come. I hope it doesn't, so scared I am of walking on snow.
ReplyDeleteKind regards
Anna :o]
half sliced moon... wow love that!
ReplyDeleteI take this to mean that winter has now embraced your part of the world, Grace. Your poem made even me shiver down here in balmy Florida.
ReplyDeleteyou create the feel of a chilly night with a very interesting underlying feel..of an apple. a poem to savour.
ReplyDeleteMy goodness, this has such a chilling effect! Powerfully penned, Grace ❤️
ReplyDeleteThe echo of being pared down..like bones..or a sliver of moon is very captivating..
ReplyDeleteThe voice of the tree? Fun
ReplyDeleteYou gave a precise description of this chill in so few words. That takes skill.The implications of "pared" are powerful.
ReplyDeletegave me the shivers, Grace. So beautiful in its imagery, but burrrrrr.
ReplyDeleteJane
I came back for seconds. This is so haunting, Grace. One of my favorites of yours. Beautiful! eerie, too.
ReplyDeleteYou perfectly described the season, the beginning and slow creep of Winter, and how it often transcends into us as beings and invades our hopes and dreams this time of the year.
ReplyDeleteWonderful, that half-sliced moon.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery. Love the bony fingers, although it makes mine ache with arthritis anymore.
ReplyDeleteA very ouchy poem, said as I wince in sympathy.
ReplyDeletebittersweet tang of the first snow flurries
ReplyDeletepared by November's howling wind-
It had to happen to usher in the cold months
Hank
Lovely words to accompany a gorgeous image.
ReplyDeleteAn astronaut described the moon's surface as "magnificent desolation." This is also an apt description of your poem. It chilled me and made the cool air feel colder with a twinge of lonliness.
ReplyDeletewonderfully expressed!
ReplyDeleteHere again - indelible phrases - "tasted bittersweet
ReplyDeletetang of the first snow flurries" ... exquisite.