WINTER CLOSES (2)
An off-white sun disc slowly rises
peering down on field and vale
as weakling dawn gains energy
and leafless, flowerless stalks and stems
stand sentinel in lingering snow.
The snowdrops raise their nodding heads
beside the manufactory
where early workers whistle low
while toiling at their weaving looms
in harmony with natures songs
which hang in cloud laced skies.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A re-work of yesterday's poem
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This is a very good write Michael but somehow to me the first one is more 'punchy'.
Fabulous artwork.
I think I'm inclined to agree - it'll be interesting to hear what others think. Thanks Andy.
A fine write again Michael. You enjoying those extra minutes of lighter evenings now? You spending them all at once?
I remember that extra second we had one year. I did a million things in that one second. ooh!
I'm saving up those extra seconds - they might come in handy if I'm ever stuck for time.
You got many seconds free this evening? How's it going?
Hang on a second - I'll check. My son and family are coming round for a meal and have got to get some exotic G&Ts ready so may take a while - oops wife has asked for help in Kitchen so must go...!
Beautiful imagery, both in your word picture visual art work.
There is a mellowness about them that makes me think of the images stirred by Ode To Autumn.
Winter becomes beautiful, gentle, inevitable and its end springs hope and life
At the moment I love walking along our local lanes when the sun is out. The colours that reflect in the bare branches and twigs in the hedgerows are really quite astounding - reds, yellows, blues, purples - almost as beautiful as the autumn leaves and yet so few seem to recognise or appreciate them.
Evening greetings MICHAEL ~ Thanks for sharing A Haunting Poem of a bygone Age and a complementary Painting. I live in tree rich part of Essex and the fallen leaves reveal a very different vista through the bared branches ! I love each Season equally so I welcome and love each Seasonal ODE as it drips from your Quill. I am posting YESTERDAY tomorrow ~ please look out for it ~ Your Friend in Verse ~ BRIAN
Stunning. Am I to assume that is your artistic work as well? It's beautiful.
Thanks Aislinn - yes all the art I post is my own - I am primarily an aritist who like to write poetry.
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