November morning unfolds
heavy fog, drizzled grey sky, strewn apple seeds -
northern wind grows bleak and old
as maple trees stand bare, beads
of light knuckled by darkness, stalk-thin as reeds
Winter season turns the field
to ice; rose shrubs to broken sticks, fluff to stone-
the weeping willow, half-keeled,
waits out the cold, still alone
we stumble in thick socks, knitting warmth from bone
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry Form is Spanish Lira. This is a stanza form of 5 lines, with 7-11-7-7-11 using the consonant rhyme of aBabB. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thank you for your visits and comments.
It is not easy this time of the year... we were very much on the same theme today.... I will be a little late tonight and might no comment until tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful capture of a November morning, Grace. I love the way you summed it up in a list of three: ‘heavy fog, drizzled grey sky, strewn apple seeds’, and those poor, bare maple trees. The phrase ‘light knuckled by darkness’ stands out, as well as the ‘thick socks, knitting warmth from bone’, one of my favourite things about November, together with hats, scarves, gloves and woolly jumpers!
ReplyDeleteThe imagery is as keen as a cold wind, Grace. So effective.
ReplyDeleteLovely BRAVO!
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Just like a November Morning. All the beauty of November in one poem. Love it, Grace. Thanks. Xo, Selma. Happy Thanksgiving.
ReplyDeleteYour poem inspired me to go with the theme as it is unusually cold in the mornings here in North Thailand.
ReplyDeleteI love how you described winter, Grace. :-)
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