Rattle tagging twigs, branches
Tumbling twisted trunks
Loose from
Crispy flippin leaves...
Down, down
Strewn on dewed ground.
Crunch, step...
Step, crunch.
Pathing past shallow,
Hollow stumps
Deep into meadow morning
Swarms,
Swimming sunlight, cold light
Crinkling
Swift, tinseled silvers,
Silencing slices of
Fall...calling...calling.
Beckoning yellow, mellowing
Brown towns of Winter...
Winning, creeping, sleeping
Spring,
Crouching, slouching on
Fern torched porches.
We wait. Frosted windows
Funnel firelight upon
Holidays...glazed icing days...
Delights of hearth, friends, home.
Liz..., I gave it a ten, but it's way over my head....! ! ! Best, T.M.. PS, are you sure the PROFANE PUSSY didn't write this.....? ? ? ?
Superb imagery. I like your frosty window. Beautiful write, elysabeth Love, Sandra
For me really mixes a lot of the activities reviewed with the seasons with just one word here and there to allude to them and your title sums it up beautifully as a journey culminating in the winter holidays.
A delight to read with all the sounds coming to life as if they are real.
This work tends to give me a sense of Peace and AdVenTure as I follow you through this Tremendous forest of Imagery! I love it Elysabeth because Nature is so soothing to me...Great Job! You have such a way with words........may many blessings come your way! Thank U 4 sharing....... =Shelley=
I like the way this work tends to compresses on you while you read it in the middle ok maybe only I understand what I’m talking about but that’s what makes it a good poem to me.
A truly fresh and exciting rhythmic approach. The rhymes, near rhymes and repetitions are immediate rather than line ending creating a very original and tightly structured sound world. I felt I was being taken on a very brisk walk in a natural setting.
Love the alliteration in this piece. An evocative, original series of pictures of the journey from one season to another. You have great skill Elyzabeth and a love of words which flow effortlessly from your wild and woolly pen. A pleasing poem. love, Allie xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Imagery's paradigm on display here, indeed, Elysabeth...Pristine construction... Well crafted, all around, young lady! FjR