How Sleeps the World

How sleeps the world
in winter’s solemn slumber
cloaked in icy white blankets
of embroidered frost.
Echoes of autumn’s song
still stirring the clouded sky.
Spring’s swelling crescendo
rehearsing her grand entrance.
Summer but a distant apparition,
an island of sweet embraces.
And underneath are roused roots
wispy curling fingers
reaching,
rolling,
seizing,
straining
through stone and sand,
gripping tight to earth’s shroud.
Listen to wind whispers
softly dancing across windows
and wintry walkways,
shyly sighing,
speaking
in dreams of
dancing daylight.
Glimpse the soft sun’s caress
to awaken the day
with winter’s wonderland.

Reviews

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Without one the other cannot exist ..time passes seasons change and acceptance remains...as the world sleeps the deeper heartbeat beats ...we cannot change what must be as beauty comes forth for all to see🌹

[Kesch (Finding Julia)]

so very nicely written and well said, Love the imagery you write with.

[poetgurl]

Such a wonderful & beautiful write here, this is very well written

[Jade]

This is such a wonderful and delightful read,
You Sir hold a poetic pen.
Awesome writing.

[kentuck14]

Owl,
A magical ride through the sleeping season . . . dreaming of what's to come. Liked the way to wrote about the "roused" roots. Nice write.
Tom

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you so much Tom! Grateful for your kind words here and wishing you a wondrous weekend. :)

[barleygirl]

This time of year, many are writing about the change of seasons, but this must be the most imaginative & original approach I've read yet! I love writing about nature, but this goes so much further for me. First I notice how your scenes of nature are so lively & animated, which sucks me in, makes me feel as if I'm part of it all, that's why it changes a tough mood so effectively, as Walking Queen mentions (below). It makes me want to see my surrounding with new eyes (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[An owl on the moon]

Oh, Margie, thank you for your kind, uplifting presence always! May your eyes always behold the beautiful extravagance of life and light all around you. :)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Your poetry has the most enate ability to bring calm to my erratic soul! I once again am at no loss here in this majestic wonderland...twirling and swirling through the waves and today taking in the magic of one of my favorite pieces of art as well!

[An owl on the moon]

Dear Queen, what wonder to have your shadow passing by here. So grateful for you. Always! The tea is warm and you are always welcome.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The first ten lines are such a draw to the reader and the wholepiece follows the same mould; so eloquently written and filled with lovely allegory and description.

[An owl on the moon]

I deeply appreciate your kind words so much. May this new week bring you so much joy and inspiration.

[Crowley]

It is like coming out from the crypt, but in your words, much more beautifully displayed. The warmth and comfort of the crypt becomes familiar in its gray, enchanting charm. Offering warmth and well being when the world outside is painted in winters limited color scheme. But the beauty of that winter time lies in the feelings that in conjures and the need to recoil from the bustle of the other months and reflect on our own mortality. Really good stuff Craig.

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, my friend, always so glad to see you've been by. Thank you! And that spring magic hit here today... was warm enough for shorts... the bulbs are rising... and winter's hold is slipping. May it be.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear 🦉... I can identify with your poem, as the years have flown by and many of my family roots have been tangled in my dreams and I feel as though I have not contributed to their legacy in so many ways. Perhaps they are a difficult Act to follow. Our world goes from Wars to Wars to Political stress.. giving us a feeling of unrest. We can only Vote and try to lift up the Spirits of our fellow men and women, as well as the young people. Amen.
truly, Pat

[An owl on the moon]

Oh, Pat, it's so true... so much keeps us from connecting and lifting each other. May we learn, or at least may we see the next generation rising from this very long winter. Thank you so much.

[Patricia Wedel]

Yes, 🦉 Owl... a very long winter... now we can feel Hope when the trees bloom with blossoms and we start to respect our gifts of Life and beauty to preserve and not destroy... we pray for each new life born with a beautiful Spirit. truly, Pat