Trailing Winter
Hurry, hurry,
I whisper to my friend, the sparrow.
Gather the last wild asters
dotting the forgotten road toward my tower.
I can see the clumps of bright violet flowers,
cheerful neighbors waving in the wind.
Yet, I taste winter and see its whisper-
The gold and silver and bronze of autumn
are dimming every day.
So I coax my wee winged friend
to bring me the last reminder of warmer seasons.
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The Long Sleep
Snow-flecked wind hits me
as I stare out the window.
The deep cold is here.
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Hope you all had a wonderful weekend! See you tomorrow for day 7 of the October Poetry Challenge. Check out my friend’s latest poem ๐
Loie
“Trailing Winter” is my favorite poem you’ve written so far! This line,
“Gather the last wild asters
dotting the forgotten road toward my tower.” is soooo gorgeous!
And this part:
“Yet, I taste winter and see its whisper-
The gold and silver and bronze of autumn
are dimming every day.”
Tasting winter and seeing its whisper! Ahhh that is so beautiful. I’m in love with it all.
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Thank you so much, girlie โค โค
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