Chill.
Holding a crown of snow today
old golden fern-heads
poke their glass gowns into wind-blow
and stiff-stalked they wait
in moor-land chill for slow melting.
Warmth starts down below
when roots begin moves to unveil
flow of curled ringlets
which fingers of Spring yearn to open.
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Fay Slimm. (
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Oh yes indeed. Whereas we love to see a covering of snow, and we have a good covering in Worcs today, we do so enjoy those signs of springtime.
Thank you for bringing the joy of seasons into my home at this time when i am forbidden to go out. Will we be able to enjoy the spring and summer again this year..... it seems a long time ago since this city dweller enjoyed such natural pleasures.
I am delighted the my efforts in write nature poetry is bringing a bit of the outside into your home dear Dusk - - and agreed that as Spring rolls in we will all be shouting a welcome.
Good write Fay.
It's dangerous when it freezes over - or is it us getting old and more careful walking on it?!
Ice has ever been a danger to anyone staying on two feet - but Spring is not far off dear Orchi.
'Warmth starts down below
when roots begin moves to unveil
flow of curled ringlets
which fingers of Spring yearn to open.'
your words read true, with far more meaning than their immediate association to those pillar's of Nature's certainties within tangible Trees...
so too, within each of us: exist
ringlets of budding possibilities
fatefully waiting, till
we take the time, to look
deep within and realise
what wonders we can achieve...
such a meaningfully brilliant write dear Fay, so subtle in execution
but worth reading several times to unfurl its hidden depths
Your welcome visit always looks at deeper meanings of poems like Chill dear L.B. and so good to read your take on comparisons again in this perceptively written input.
Lovely poem Fay.
We always leave the dead ferns through the winter for the insects.
I cant wait to see those green fingers coming up in spring
Yes Phil - - those so-called dead fern heads provide life for small creatures and great to know you take note of their needs by not cropping off the supply - -- so pleased you enjoyed the read.
Many of those green shoots are already beginning to show (albeit currently under snow in many parts). We have a bed of helebores now showiing their colours and spring bulbs peering out of the soil. It's the beginning of a magical season as life, slowly at first, starts to burst forth.
Those welcome helebores are gladdening my winter garden too my friend and noticed today despite chill the buds of bulbs beginning to open - - the coming of Spring is ever magical.
Love this poem.
Thank you so much heather for your visit and comment on Chill - - so pleased you enjoyed the read.
Beautiful to read Fay. We write about winter while waiting for spring.
Fay, your beautiful poem made me longing for a bit of snow, but all we are getting lately is a lot of rain. Ah well.....
Ah, your poem gave me a sense of joy at the certainty of Spring arriving. We are deep into Winter here, Spring won't be arriving until April/May. It was a brief moment of pleasure and a lifting of spirit to envision the Springtime through yoour poem. - Phil A.
That 'crown of snow' disappeared during the day and I can already see spring rising - I have daffodils rising and some are flowering already.
Great words Fay.
Andy
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