Iridescent crow wings
scatter ice particles, patches of air clatter.
Grackle claws engrave the frozen creek,
small owls emerge from blanching shadows,
fieldmice burrow into snow drifts.
A small stir in the flappable; facets
dazzle a dazed daylight.
A newly unearthed sky pauses to blink
life stutters, shimmers back
twice as bright.
Categories:
fieldmice, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A morning sky blares a raucous anthem.
Bluejays, Magpies and crows
have gathered to defeat the songbirds.
I look East for any signs of massed auks.
The air is dancing, but it's a crazy dance,
a stamping clamor akin to frontline fever.
A battle is coming, the shock troops
are rattling spears in the hedgerows,
fieldmice are digging new trenches
under old roots.
Look! The storm gulls are here,
and they are bringing the ocean with them.
Categories:
fieldmice, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Secrets of a Summer Night
They met in a cornfield at midnight
‘Neath the light of a pale harvest moon
No sweet music played in the background
But the crickets provided a tune
Away from the gaze of the barn owl
Their sweet romance started to bloom
The fox and the hare were not even there
So the two lovers started to spoon
The summer night guarded their secret
And no-one was even aware
Of the passion displayed by these lovers
As they showed just how much they could care
And when it was done they both snuggled
In the light of the stars far above
Then they scurried away to face a new day
Two cute furry fieldmice in love!
Categories:
fieldmice, animal, cute love, night,
Form: Rhyme
Upon a peripheral somewhere
Iridescent crow wings
Scatter ice particles
patches of air shatter
Sunlight sweeps the snow
Diamond blue blooms
Splinters the senses
Frosted meanderings
Engrave the creeks seeping waters
A sharp air polishes
Small owls emerge from snow drifts
Hunted fieldmice scatter
F ox sniffs the scurrying
A newly unearthed sky pauses
Whiteness sprouts
Speckled rubies
Life stutters
Shimmers back
Moves on
Categories:
fieldmice, poetry,
Form: Free verse
November! When the auburn autumn leaves
retard the tinkling brooks of Vallombrosa,
and kitchen chimneys draw the old ones closer:
when timid fieldmice nestle in the eaves
and oaken chests give up our longer sleeves,
and finer fabrics cede the game to grosser:
we close John Grisham, open Vargas LLosa:
Orion rises, and Arcturus grieves.
But sometimes there’s a gracious interlude.
Though winter waits offstage with all its lines
word-perfect, still a kind of summer shines.
The breeze feels older now, of muted mood,
not so disposed to boast its vital signs,
inclined to amble through the golden vines.
Sonnet composed: 10 November 2019
New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest 2019
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Categories:
fieldmice, seasons,
Form: Sonnet