Friday, November 21, 2014

Winter Moth



Winter Moth

A deranged sky, late November

Raindrops glisten the limbs of trees

Snow, the impossible dream

Archives of winter under my skin.

Let's stay in tonight

Lay back the quilt, olives

A glass of cold beer


Let old leaves tell the story

They know the truth

What ripens late, what

A hurdle the change

From brown to white


What a hurdle the change 

From brown to white, wingless

Warm winter, a newly-splendored thing.





5 comments:

  1. Hi Monica,
    Nice one...I like to read your poetry posts out loud, to myself.
    Lovely.
    Warm Wishes your Way,
    Sadhvi

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    1. Yes, I think reading aloud helps find your rhythm. Thanks, Sadhvi.

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  2. The leaves are pretty much gone here in the Northeast, and my attention is drawn to those bare branches and, yes, the stories they tell. Everything seems so exposed, nothing hiding behind or under leaves. Your photos are all the more exquisite and enchanting on my new Macbook Pro (Retina display ;-).

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  3. No snow yet for you, too? Once a Mac...always a Mac!

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