On the roof, outside the window
are glare crusted humpbacked whales,
carved by the unforgiving wind of early March
as it pushed through the last breaths
of a sinking winter.
The sun crowns,
bejewelling these icebound leviathans,
dressing them with
a delicate blaze of beauty
before moving them toward
a slow, mellifluous death.
Frosted pods,
briefly beached on shingle ridged rooftops,
slowly submerge majestically
with flukes raised skyward,
bowing to the transcendent hunter
as new life readies itself
beneath the calming waves.
Bursting with a beauty that is so natural and nice! Congrats!
Fantastic metaphors employed here. Congratulations on having this poem selected as poem of the day. You might enjoy my poem with a similar theme, called ROOFTOP STRONGHOLD. Thanks for sharing.
Environment is good this early March, nature blooms of which man should enjoy not ruin! High mark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good description of the early March.