Janice Windle


(landscapes Collection) .... Driving Home In December

Poem by Janice Windle

Against the lemon sky, an oak,
naked in delicate black lace.
The ancient face of the scarred moon,
early risen above a gable roof, is huge,
hanging like a battered pearl
among bruised peach clouds.
And in the west, banked purple, lit
as though by neon from below,
the sunset spreads its lurid glow.


Comments about (landscapes Collection) .... Driving Home In December by Janice Windle

  • Hemakumar Nanayakkara (4/23/2008 5:43:00 PM)

    A beautiful descriptive write. I like the creative imagery of this wonderful poem.(Report)Reply

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  • Roger Cornish (12/6/2007 2:33:00 PM)

    Fantastic Colours...... Love the 3d line!
    Brill Jan!(Report)Reply

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  • Séamus Fox (12/1/2007 9:46:00 AM)

    Fantastic poem, so descriptive and bulging with language. Well done.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 27, 2011