A WINTER NIGHT
Floundering notes of crowning boughs
pursuing want of harmony
as freezing air frosts fallen leaves
obscuring all established paths.
In keenest blasts which smite the scape
‘neath stars that blink with common pulse
unseen by man in dream drenched sleep
In winters constitution.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A bit early but what the heck...
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Super words Michael.
Andy
Thanks Andy
Good write M. Yes, saving a syllable there - the handy 'neath'. Miss Berles will be glad you saved one. I gotta use more 'e'er's', 'e'ermores', etc to save syllables.
There's a poem there O - will post something tomorrow.
Despite the shiver after perusing the poem I vote this a perfect description of winter's quick change to overnight freeze - always a pleasure to read your artful words whatever the weather dear friend.
Thanks Fay - I hate the cold but it's sadly on its way.
yup it's been a year of 'what the heck(s)',
lol looks like Glenit is getting a bee belly 😔
He's bee-n drinking too much mead!!
ANGELA HERE - Good Thorsday Uncle MIKE ! Love the audicious simplicity of the GLENITS ! Chilly Poem - Winter has not reached Essex yet but we did activate our new *Blanketta Electrica*=- last night - but turned off as soon as we got in ! We are being sityrical today & having a GO @ POLITICIANS especially TRUMP & BOJO = please visit !
Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
Love Angela & Brian & Smokey ! ! !
Thanks A&B - ah yes the electric blanket - we've had the heating on in the evenings so haven't resorted to one yet.
She is only just around the corner ..
We have a log delivery due within the next couple of days .. and already had several evening burns .. this is an early winter special Michael ...
and I must also say todays Glenit did raise a smile .. you could have been writing about my sleep pattern which is all over the place ...
Stay well n stay safe .. Neville
Yes our central heating is back on - and Glenit's feeling sleepy - don't see much of him in the winter months.
Bee 🐝 pattern. Is that the eternity symbol ? The poem is lovely! Weather here is hot!
Take care
Wish it was hot here - ta Rom.
A beautiful description of approaching winter. It seems at times that we fall asleep and wake to its arrival. Maybe the reason is that "dream drenched sleep."
Glenit's pattern seems almost infinite, is he all right? - Phil A.
Oh Michael - But such a lovely excuse to light the fireplace! Your poem has skipped Winter's first enchantments and headed straight for dreaded January. Don't rush us past the first magical snow even if your poem is magical.!
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