Long Frost Poems
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First frost has come overnight, and the quaking aspens have blanketed the hills with brilliant splashes of amber. Even the ruts in the driveway, are beautifully trimmed in rime, glistening in the touch of sunlight that has just now fondled the horizon. Finn,..our golden lab, struggles to get up on his feet this morning, to be let out. He limps a bit stiffly, then hesitates, reluctant to step out into a chilly dawn. It's the first time I have noticed how rudely is a gray veil clouding those wise, brown eyes. Finally, he ventures outside, walking gingerly, under a sky, jaggedly streaked with purple. The morning air is persuading the cold breath of winter soon to follow. Mourning doves are slowly disappearing, although two familiar stragglers, like old friends, are sitting high upon the shed roof, watching the leaves tumble like golden gems to the earth....and keeping watch, like soldiers, at their post. And Finn forgets his discomfort, for just one moment, and runs for a closer look. He jumps, barks, and they fly off into the sunrise. There is an odd feeling in today's somber light, which seems to turn the page of another season.
a tail thumps the door
as I reach for the leash...
we wait for the sun
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For Contest Sponsored By Broken Wings 9/20/13
"A dagger of pain, a tear of grief,"
by Constance La France"
Pain, like a dark secret, will descend
it cares not how we fit into life
a recurring nightmare with no end
stabbing senses with razor-sharp knife
It transforms joy into hills of strife
Myriad ways for grief to consume
Disbelief midst the thickness of gloom
a flood of tears, like waves being tossed
hours alone, darkness fills the room
The heart is covered with bitter frost
Grief overwhelms as sadness invades
it's as if life has closed window shades
sadness finds the core of our being
fragile hopefulness becomes decayed
we need sun's exhuberant healing
Letting light in, we begin to feel
blossoms, trees, sunsets are again real
Brightly, sunlight glows warm on our face
Opening eyes, a promise reveals
the entire world for us to embrace.
May 15, 2023
for "Writing Challenge - A Quotes
by Constance La France
November
November, the beginning of the month, autumn is still shining and waving
A low ray of light breathes hope and gives warmth
It's cold, an invisible frost already on my skin
I feel the cold, the wind of the winter world, its breath, the sky,
below
Even then, I will return, back, and the memory will last
And I keep the kindness and love of autumn and summer
A new world welcomes you, it's every season, and there's no cycle
There is no repetition, there never was, and every season was once
there is no same…
It was only once, like the days, like me, I'm an illusion
Illusion, unreality, and reality never find me
I live in the shadow, and I am only a shadow; an invisible
The sun sometimes looks at me from behind the clouds and catches a ray of light
And November starts again
Fall Of Autumn
The deep south, confused summer, autumn's blight,
Nature's microwave is on overdrive,
Dog day noons, sultry dusk undress the night,
Escapist schemes, routes north relief, connive.
Red Indian drumbeats as Fall swelters,
Mirage, sweaty heads host an oasis,
Sane in A/C cars, dash in cool shelters,
Heat holds life, pause Winters' death, the basis.
Latter is solace, fire sparks energy,
Pains of the past, remedies in their youth,
Melts the built, curls their hair, sums synergy,
Drab purple dawn the horizon, cold truth.
Gasps of frost taunt the raw vexing season's,
Soft made tough, green ripens, Fall sets reasons.
2019 October 05
*3rd Place*
Autumn sonnet
~~John Hamilton
A whisper soft, frozen blossom
Holds fast in winter, quite awesome,
A petal frail, a tender hue,
Vies beneath a sky of iced blue.
The breath of frost, a gentle kiss,
Preserves it from getting amiss,
No sunbeam warm to urge it forth,
Just white shroud to conserve its worth.
It dreams of spring, a distant hum,
Of buzzing bees and days to come;
But now it sleeps, a silent grace,
Awaiting sunbeams in the space
The branches bare, stretched quite apart ,
Guard secrets held within its heart;
A promise kept, a silent vow,
To await sunshine until now.
It waits to shed its icy guise,
Open wide beneath the blue skies
And share its scent, a sweet perfume,
Awakened from its frosty room.
This frozen blossom, patient soul,
Submits to winter as a whole,
But in its stillness, strength resides
As sweet nature's gracious rhythm guides.
A testament to life's design,
A beauty that will surely shine
As sleeping seeds awake from sleep
When melting snow begins to creep.
It waits with hope, a hidden fire,
Fulfilling nature's deep desire
To burst in blossom`s vibrant sight,
And bathe the world in pure delight.
Nature`s lesson of true patience,
Frozen blossom sparks resilience:
The frost may bite, the wind may blow,
But beneath, life sustains its flow.
fall serenade
serenade of fall
nor'easters and southerlies ~
bittersweet in bloom
leaves sing with the winds
arias of rising gales ~
pumpkins harmonize
bare branches in tune
thrum rhythms of autumn ~
acorn symphonies
blast of icy frost
elegies for summer air ~
rainbow hued harvest
hues of country roads
chant scarlet, gold, umber notes ~
wheat fields intone fall
draughts herald autumn
fall ruffles and flourishes ~
corn stalks beat in time
autumn song resounds
carols of butterfly bush ~
chimes float on flurries
10-4-22
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Merriam Webster spells nor'easters with punctuation.
Dear Summer’s done and early.
As autumn breeze is coming,
its breath of coolness brushes on the cheek.
Our friend, the sun, is hiding,
and rain outside is strumming
a lullaby that leaves us feeling bleak.
Though charming be fall season,
the dark is sooner crawling.
Jack Frost arrives to help the days grow cold.
And then one crystal morning,
the snow flakes will be falling,
and vanished be all trace of days of gold.
The autumn breeze turns into
a blizzard we’ll be hating.
Too frigid is the air for us to take.
But kids will brave the weather,
don mittens, and go skating
with merriment upon the frozen lake.
Written Aug. 26, 2016 for the contest of Shadow Hamilton:
As Autumn's Breeze (made up rhyme scheme: abcdbc)
Fallen frost its dew point laden
Holds the rose as a fair maiden
Briskly touching her petals spice
Forging magic in dewdrops ice
Paused unwrapping her coat open
Her pageant exposed and woken
Upon the snow where rains commenced
She reached so brave her life expensed
The cold did bite and roots did freeze
Just one last thrust her beauty pleased
These eyes cast on crimson in white
Would she make it through the long night?
I plucked her there a saving grace
It put a smile upon my face
To see splendor endure such strife
An icy grave not halting life
So in a vase I placed her well
To keep alive this sweet noel
November 25, 2020
Lay November Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
flashed autumn’s trees, the limbs gray
leaves crunching quietly,
like a feeling
being crushed, crumpled
lost dreams
who compel me to see the grief
the nostalgia – graceful as a still light
falling, aching, engraving
hope into the heart, hesitating
so I know the music of a thought
who hears joy flowing on the echoes
grieving for the past, where love could last
but never, on the overcast skies
where mercy trembles and shudders
like the tingling, frost
in graceful mazes,
despair erasing the melancholic
where rivers stir the stones
break into the thoughts with roaring
waters in voices overturned
musical stories, poetry thundering
on the crisp, cool silence
reverberating in stanzas of light
softly playing on the Southern night
a star, a wind, a stillness
alive with the ache of autumn
stirring up the soundless
melodies of light
drifting in and out of the twilight
fireflies in colors of time,
flowing on the heavy mist
awakening a thought
dreaming like the moon who sees
beyond the darkness
beyond the seas
into the wisdom,
where my heart grieves
unseeing, only seeing
the soundless prayers
alive in the maze of a spirit
who knows He is near,
never far, like the stars
always alive and listening
so alive
where I can hear
in my heart
I know He lives
in the autumn
I can hear His will
on the dusk,
I can sense His still
where I believe
His love will fulfill –
I love God and believe
He is the answer to every doubt
He is the reason I’ll always see
the forest, despite the trees.
A crescent moon at eventide and my muse takes flight
Starry skies that gleam at night
inspires me to write
A thunderstorm in early morn,
A birdsong at break of dawn
and my thoughts ignite
When seasons change from hot to cold
And autumn leaves turn to gold
My words take flight
A summer breeze that sweetly sighs
A cloud on high passing by, flutter of a butterfly
and my words will glow
A bloom in spring, a winter frost
A memory of a love I lost
and my muse will grow
A sunset dressed in tangerine
Luna clothed in golden sheen
and my ink will flow
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9/5/17