Oh, so bluest the sky doth shine
A hint of the new season’s ploy,
Sweet November a springtime shrine
Grains of golden sands of pure joy.
Towards December’s hottest sun
Where the dust is stirred to a tune,
And winter waifs become undone
When gone the drowsy days of June.
Wild Lilac flowers bend their heads
Touch rainbows of unwasted weeds,
Swell the colours of feathered beds
As rainfall shrinks forsaking reeds.
End of year is the beginning
As nature moves in lucid tones,
Dawn’s chorus keeps the world spinning
While Cockatoos perch on their thrones.
Entered November, December Poetry Contest
Sponsor Karen Krutsinger.
poem wrote 15/11/2022
Categories:
unwasted, nature,
Form: Quatrain
Oh winter oh winter
I am the blood red timber
mobile in the ancient freeze
balanced amid the brutal breeze,
upon my face your artic breath stings
yet my unfrozen faith unfurls and sings,
fingertips and knuckles known to numb
though thy stride be nimble and plumb,
the soft low slate skies
thick around the limbs and eyes
prophecy a thermal urgency
drawn from spun soul agency,
within leafless trees and patina omens
unhidden nests of sunken seasons
reflect a million years of farmsteads
city streets, withered wings and silent snowbeds,
in the clarity of your shocking sunshine
I celebrate Christ along spires of pine
and as the devils mock my feet
I pounce through the heavy sleet
knowing my heart will heat the ice,
oh winter oh winter, I am a fire fierce -
J.A.B.
Categories:
unwasted, passion, winter,
Form: Ode
Star light star bright
Choose the attitude
Most liked
Energy flight right
Shake it up
No bite
Categories:
unwasted, peace,
Form: Light Verse