Michael Edwards





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.


  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 8th, 2019 01:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: A re-work of yesterday's poem
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 44
  • Users favorite of this poem: whisperingquill, Aislinn Wilson.
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  • Goldfinch60

    This is a very good write Michael but somehow to me the first one is more 'punchy'.

    Fabulous artwork.

    • Michael Edwards

      I think I'm inclined to agree - it'll be interesting to hear what others think. Thanks Andy.

    • orchidee

      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!

      • Michael Edwards

        I'm saving up those extra seconds - they might come in handy if I'm ever stuck for time.

        • orchidee

          You got many seconds free this evening? How's it going?

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        • sylviasearcher

          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

          • Michael Edwards

            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.

          • ANGELA & BRIAN

            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

          • Aislinn Wilson

            Stunning. Am I to assume that is your artistic work as well? It's beautiful.

            • Michael Edwards

              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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