Winter-down

by sibyllene   Jan 23, 2011


A leaf curls like ash
wafting downward dry and grey,
tight like a dead hand.

The fallow earth mourns
beneath the gauzy snowfall-
still the cleanest shroud.

A spare ghost of green:
smothered under frozen soil
seeds quicken and wake.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    How mystic this was, that first line just grabbed me as I have never heard a leaf be portrayed like ash. Dark yet set my eyes to read it again. Well done and thank you for sharing, keep it up!

    God bless.

  • 13 years ago

    by silvershoes

    This poem is so you and when I read it in the site challenge, I knew instantly it was going to be my favorite. Your way of describing the simplest things in beautiful, articulated words really blows me out of the water. I think it blows everyone out of the water. I'm not even sure what that saying means, but I think what it means is no one else compares and your talents are mind-boggling.

    So yeah. Keep it up. Don't stop, won't stop.

  • 13 years ago

    by Mo

    Oooo - deathly winter! How I detest thee!! Wonderful portrayal - loved your word choice Sibs. I dont think I'll look at a curled dead leaf the same again (I will always picture me standing on dead hands now!).

    Very short, but powerful enough with your words to be so.

    You're certainly not the poet you were - you've grown into a PnQ giant!!!!