Michael Edwards

WINTER

 

 

WINTER

 

Winters skeletal bones stand proud

In dormancy in frost and snow

Within the dark and dank and drear

Their buds asleep till springtime brings

The new beginnings of the year.

 

 

 

 

Comments8

  • Goldfinch60

    Beautiful, both words and painting.

  • orchidee

    A fine write and pic Michael. You're like me. I dunno what season - or what year - it is (no change there then!), with me 'out-of-season' poems at times!

    • Michael Edwards

      I do like my seasoning - this lunch - trout in a marinade of ginger, coriander (grow my own), chillies, garlic and other spices - new potatoes with fresh mint - feeling hungry already.

      • Laura🌻

        Michael,
        Lunch sounds delicious!😋
        Do you also grow your own chillies, garlic and mint?

        Enjoy!😊

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      • Laura🌻

        Michael,

        What a great painting! Beautiful colors!
        It certainly awakens the senses along with your excellent write! Very pleasing!

        ~Laura~

      • Candlewitch

        very nice, Michael...light born from darkness...I could feel this one all the way to my bones!

        *hugs, Cat

      • w c

        very nice. i enjoyed it

      • BRIAN & ANGELA

        THANKS MICHAEL ~ Depends which HEMISPHERE you're in ! ANGELA has just woken up (on Sunday) and loves this because 1st JUNE is the first day of Winter in NEW ZEALAND ~ she does not expect any snow in Auckland but hopes to visit Mt Cook (S Island) for some skiing ! Love the poem & the painting ! We have had a talk on OWLS this afternoon at the Bird Sanctuary and your "abstract" (L to R as orientated) clearly shows a nest of fledglings (with open beaks) ready to receive a meal from MUM ! Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN & ANGELA

      • MendedFences27

        I like this one. Michael. The passing of Winter into the nether regions. Only to be lurking among the dark, dank and drear, waiting to blast us once again with frost and snow.
        In your picture I see the skeletal bones, floating among vapors purple (dark), green (dank), and white (drear). There are eye sockets and an almost completely missing face. Perhaps Winter is a faceless season? Unrecognizable at times. Liked it a lot. - Phil A.

      • Lorna

        Love your painting Michael (of course)! And I do love the "skeletal" winter landscape - it opens up the sky doesn't it.



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