beneath bright beryl bowl bluebell blanket bedecks barren brook banks
Blackened. Charred.
Are the blossoms of autumn's acclaimed abundance
No longer dance they in vivid wonderance,
Singed by the frigid frost,
Stand they forlorn and lost.
Barren. Desolate.
Stand the trees.
Marooned in an island of dry leaves.
Wracked by glacial winds
As deep winter imprints.
A few brave bougainvillea
Struggle in straggly strands
To defy winter's hands.
Up they climb into yellowing leaves
Cobbling colour into the sheaves.
Unfazed. Undeterred.
By mutinous nature
Munificent flames the trailblazer...
Widespread flames in riotous red
Red riotous flames widespread.
An everlasting Christmas
Bedecks the shrub in richness
Bouquets of ruby crowned in gold
Amidst emerald and jade leaves untold
It is the flaming Glorybower.
Not for it the wheel of seasons
An evergreen...it blooms in legions
Symbolising life everlasting
Even in winter's fog and freezing...
Bringing red flaming glory to many a bower
For it is the flaming Glorybower.
Dawn breaks,
the sun awakes-
an eerie mist bedecks
the stark conifers in a light
blue shawl.
out of focus
at the edge of my gaze
bathed in sun
a sepia rose haze
the draught ends
berries rot
beneath the
bramble
sun setting low,
Fall in all its golden glow;
anticyclones
hold transient sway
The crimson sun rises glaring at balmy dawn,
burns the noon time sky to ashes of spring,
spreading on the visage of slate complexion,
sky bedecks with remains of flare untrimmed.
From the hazy horizon temperate winds blow,
transmitting transient lease to buds to unfurl
petals of possession with patina of sunburst hue
that falls through the trees on reverie of shade.
Southern zephyr ripples through twilight gold,
floating tinsel streaks on the threshold of dusk,
sprinkling colors on my mind’s blank canvas
for me to paint the portrait of eternal delight.
Through the tepid air dark grains of night fall,
wafting moondust dances on wave of ecstasy,
reaches with pearls of euphoria my dry shore,
as in scintillating rhapsody of heaven I immerse.
August 5, 2019
High above the prairie grass and buds
I saunter to meet the close of day...
Nightingales echo their welcome song
As brocade of Summer's finery
Bedecks the canyons with moonstone hues.
My gaze is lost in this eve's marquee
Of auroral light that dances bright ;
Where rocky hills and jasmines parade
All aflame, beneath this single flow,
With ever breathless rhythm and glide.
Each creature pauses in tranquil awe—
I am just another soul enthralled
By this portrait designed on canvas,
As her primeval beauty is well drawn
Through splashed colors from night's fragrant heat!
~
For Broken Wing's Form P Contest
Theme: picture 5/29/2017
Raindrops, God's tears for His creation,
When frozen, His jewels for decoration.
The hoare frost bedecks the trees,
A wonderland set in a frieze.
Driving out on wintry nights,
Sparkling jewels caught in headlights.
A spiders web is on display,
White with frost that passed that way.
A watery sunrise fails to melt away,
The winter wonderland that is today.
© Dave Timperley 16 January 2015.
Wintry Siberia from east to west
White snow bedecks earth’s crest
When clouds go, the sun shines bright
Won’t melt the snow, given all its might.
Date: 24.8.2014
It is the cold of winter blue
Ice wraps the edges of the night
A crown of stars bedecks the sky
Like twinkling diamonds bright
Morning breaks with slow footsteps
Still the heavens shine with light
But soon they fade into the day
A diamond's remnants now out of sight.....
Barbara Gorelick
Spring
petals
pentecost-
summer flowers
fall,
harvests-
at Christmas
winter bedecks
halls.
This week is Pentecost,the coming of the Holy Spirit with gifts,to complement each day of
every season
Dawn breaks,
the sun awakes-
an eerie mist bedecks
the stark conifers in a light
blue shawl.
I spit the words you made me eat, and then
they land on you as there you stand aghast –
You cringe and stare at what you said; thick phlegm
bedecks your face, a white-hot, slimy blast.
They left a taste, a bitter paste of hate
and painful anger. Tongue to teeth, I fled
the room and slapped the twisted hands of fate
from off my neck as choking life-breath bled.
I tripped, you screamed and tried to grab me back –
Too late for that, and now we fall apart.
The precipice is yawning, grim, deep black
and down I plunge, my ending and my start.
The forge of stellar flame blows hot, then cold
as melting, sculpted frozen wings unfold