James Marshall Goff Poet Free verse

Ancient Winter

A Pileated Woodpecker skewers through
The golden mirage of fall trees

Leaves dropping from frosted beginnings
Rush my glance towards his perch

Loud knocking races my blood
Fumbling with my camera
Never captured

History on parchment proclaims freedom
Offering hope to all who taste the
Coming winter

To all who taste
        
      The 
               Coming 
                    
                        Winter

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James Peranteau November 3, 2011 at 6:57 AM Well dear poet; I just finished Carolyn's cricket poem, and what a beautiful addition to a sunny morning here in Pa. sir ! I just love the little creations of Jehovah that let us know that these souls are out there, letting us realize the beauty of it all ! TY for the awesome share today Mr. Goff ! Have a wonderful week my friend....much love, james

Sarah Seraphin November 2, 2011 at 5:12 PM * “I Love The Way That Your Gifted Brush Added A Touch of Perhaps Profound At The This Exceptional Verse * My Dear Precious James * `Rush My Glance Towards His Perch` * Poetry Amid The Finest Fashion * This Entire Piece, Crafted to Set In Fave * Always * Sarah.” *