Though tenuous the winds impinge
on late October's brittle fringe,
bereft of August's saffron glow
when brilliant sky did ardent flow
formidable in cyan tinge,
immutable will frost astringe
hot tangerine of summer singe;
no haven for the zeal to go.
Demurely comes first winter's twinge
as last of maple leaves unhinge.
Soon falcons after doves will go
'cross interludes of vestal snow,
while eaves sketch icicles' syringe.
10/23/17
Categories:
astringe, imagery, nature, seasons, winter,
Form: Rhyme
Undaunting corner,
The edge, the fringe,
The listless days’ observer,
Humming visions astringe.
Silence of no rest,
Unmoving soul trembling within,
Of the room’s unending test,
Failing, unfeeling the unforgiving sin.
So looking out the slitting light,
Like a crevice above the fogging abyss,
Eyes laying upon the untamed sight,
My room indeed I will not miss.
The nature restrained not,
Hovering at window glass,
Wishing I could grow like weeds unfought,
And relinquish binding ropes at last.
Pressing touch to icy barrier,
Holding I from ceaseless bright,
Desiring the unseen savior,
To ascend me above, an unstrung kite.
Categories:
astringe, life
Form: Couplet