snow
covers the dead maple leaves
& city roads
all white
soft as river sands
filling in all the emptiness-
darkness steeps
hours with greys & bloodless sky
where are the birdsongs & bees?
my pen hears them, scratching
away the icy blues of the long night-
winter's breath is tangerine
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Cherishing the Cherita by Laura Bloomsbury. Thanks for your visits and comments.
I am just baffled that our poems starts exactly the same, but then we go in totally different directions, I do love your descriptions of the grey but still ends in the tangerine winter....
ReplyDeletethis was a lovely contrasting Cherita - that penultimate line so memorable
ReplyDeleteI wrote a snowy poem too! This is lovely, Grace. I love the contrast of colour in the snow covering the maple leaves, the ‘greys and bloodless sky‘, and the idea of the white ‘filling in all the emptiness’.
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ReplyDeleteaway the icy blues of the long night-
That is a gorgeous image!
That last line is really interesting.
ReplyDeleteI love this and he last line is perfect ❤️
DeletePerfectly cherita'd
ReplyDeleteYour 'winter's breath' is amazing
ReplyDeleteMuch🖤love
You are truly good at painting images. 😊
ReplyDeleteI am not surey earlier comment got posted so I am saying again that you are truly good at painting images in words. 😊
ReplyDeleteAw, that Anonymous commenter would be me. -imelda 😊
ReplyDeleteLove this Grace… 🙂✌🏼🫶🏼
ReplyDeleteyour cherita is very beautiful. the tangerine last line is my personal favorite!
ReplyDeleteOnly in a poet's imagination can Winter be scratched away by birdsong and bees, Grace...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Grace--the snow filling in the emptiness, the pen filling in the birdsongs.
ReplyDeleteThis cherita is a piece of beauty.
ReplyDeleteSincerely,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com
Our pens are full of voices.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful cherita, kudos!
ReplyDeleteI like your voice here, Grace, and the feelings as you express them here.
ReplyDeleteLove this!! Last line is breathtaking, Grace.
ReplyDeleteI love that your pen hears the birdsong and the bee's scratching. Winter's breath tangerine...nice.
ReplyDelete"Winter's breath is tangerine", that's just one perfect verse for my. This was the first Cherita I read after the prompt and I love it. Now my comment, better late than never. 😉
ReplyDeleteBeautiful
ReplyDeleteI didn't do this, thought I'd muddle it but I love winter's breath as tangerine. And that listening pen.... nice word play.
ReplyDeleteWondrous metamorphosis through pen and ink.
ReplyDeleteI found this hopeful, that despite the darkening there is birdsong and there is response (in writing)
ReplyDeleteMe, too.😊
DeleteWonderful
ReplyDeleteHi Grace — I’ve really enjoyed the OLN Live Thursdays, sorry to hear they’re going away. Reading and contributing to the poetry of the d’verse online community has been wonderful, and I hope I am able to in the new year… it is my intention — when possible. Kathy comes home this Wednesday, and it appears we will be rejoining her battle, so my writing may be less frequent into the future — we will see what presents itself, as I am also dealing with my own issues. This is my 20th year posting poetry online, across a number of wonderful organized sites… and it is a joy I will not allow myself to completely abandon. I am sending this message to those in this dVerse community to whom I am most drawn, and who have shown me consistent kindness. Happy holiday to you my friend. You are a pleasure to read. ✌🏼🫶🏼
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