The howling winds, the biting chill
Of wintry nights reign vales and hills
All songs are ceased, trees in tears
Gone are all autumnal hues and mere
Some wounded leaves scream under-feet
As I tread and thump on a dreary street
Rayless moon peers at the bleak world
Specter shadows of bare boughs on bare earth
Stand palsied blades of grass and some roses shrunk
Grey sunrise, days in blanket of haze cold and stern
Memories of summer, spring's visions
For bright morns we all wish and yearn
Solstice sun beam in Newgrange ancient dark
In somber cavern hope shines with a bright spark
Some wounded leaves scream under-feet As I tread and thump on a dreary street wow, , wonderful lines, , , , very well done, , ,
Nice description about winter with gloomy mood, well-penned1
Memories of summer, spring's visions For bright morns we all wish and yearn A lovely write.
U paintd winter in spectacular chilly dreary scenes. I luv d poem n i also like winter since its misin here in Tz. D indian winters i hav seen is what dis made me miss. Kudos.
@Shahzia, I'm graetful dear friend for taking time to dilate upon my babbling. I like the way you interpreted it as good critic of poetry. Such comments give life to poetry as compare to mere a few formal words. Thanks dear......... :) Yasmin
Wait Yasmeen! first let me glean some of your adjectives + nouns! howling winds, biting chill, wintry nights, autumnal hues, wounded leaves, dreary street, Rayless moon, bleak world, Specter shadows, bare boughs, bare earth, palsied blades, Grey sunrise, bright morns, bright spark... this is what i always say, a natural poet paints a picture with the tools of grammar, i love Keats for his grammatical word-painting! the lines are 14 but with a difference with 3 couplets in the beginning and 1 is the concluding one, as the poem is unlike the octave/sestet or 3 quatrains & a couplet, but you focused on conveying your meaning through imagery, and that is impressive... so nice lines: Rayless moon peers at the bleak world Specter shadows of bare boughs on bare earth Stand palsied blades of grass and some roses shrunk Grey sunrise, days in blanket of haze cold and stern Memories of summer, spring's visions For bright morns we all wish and yearn! good job!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This seasonal poetry done in very poetic view, mimicking the nature but written in paper..wonderful write Yasmeen_Soul