Fay Slimm.

Chill.

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

Comments10

  • dusk arising

    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.

    • Fay Slimm.

      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.

    • orchidee

      Good write Fay.
      It's dangerous when it freezes over - or is it us getting old and more careful walking on it?!

      • Fay Slimm.

        Ice has ever been a danger to anyone staying on two feet - but Spring is not far off dear Orchi.

      • L. B. Mek

        '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

        • Fay Slimm.

          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.

        • Philip

          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

          • Fay Slimm.

            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.

          • Michael Edwards

            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.

            • Fay Slimm.

              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.

            • heatherbee

              Love this poem.

              • Fay Slimm.

                Thank you so much heather for your visit and comment on Chill - - so pleased you enjoyed the read.

              • Jerry Reynolds

                Beautiful to read Fay. We write about winter while waiting for spring.

              • FredPeyer

                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.....

              • MendedFences27

                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.

              • Goldfinch60

                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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