A Poem by An owl on the moon

I was winter to be read in a whisper



I was blue winter      

crystal, dormant splintered…

You were blushing spring     

budding, flowering beginnings…

My heart encased

in frosted wintertide replaced

by your golden ride

your fertile, thriving springtide…

Cold sleep, white spell

apple orchard scents now swell…

Misting breath now warm

your untamed hands a living storm…

Lilting clouds kiss

the hills like angel wings amiss…

Passionate desire

rising within me like sunfire…

I was winter…


© 2010 An owl on the moon

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Whispered all the way through this and it is magnificent. You write so the imagery brings the emotions with it. The feeling of cold, then its dormency, the slow beginning of Spring's warmth and the magical infusion of feelings that her gentle touch begins to bring to the earth and the approval the sky gives in the beautiful artistry of clean bright colors and images for the newly arrived below. Life's plate had been wiped clean and she has now arrived to renew once again the bounties of life. Upon arrival, she kissed winter goodnight and succumbing to her charms, he melts into the earth to add the much needed moisture of his purifying love to fertilize Springs new eggs of life. Of course only my thoughts on this beatiful piece of artistic writing. Your magic pen created desire for the seasons and gave birth to another masterpiece by you. Great job!

Posted 8 Years Ago

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the rhyming is perfect.
the poem is perfect
wonderful and masterful art..

Posted 5 Years Ago

your skill at rhyming is first rate but once again without meter it stumles in places when read aloud

Posted 7 Years Ago

Love indeed warms the coldest of hearts and the most sore of blisters..
As always very eloquent..

Posted 7 Years Ago

I can only imagine.. Winter kissing spring? The lifelessness kissing birth? I'd say the irony, or whatever be it, really was amazing to think of. And about winter, I'm writing a lot of winter poems too. Don't know what has come of me.. It's not even November.. and we're writing winter :) Cheers. Keep writing.

Posted 7 Years Ago

Astonishing piece mate! You really used the perfect wording!

Posted 7 Years Ago

perfectly passionate

Posted 7 Years Ago

this is so amazing. the whole message of this poem just made me feel so...calm :)

Posted 7 Years Ago

Very nicely done with the imagery.

Posted 7 Years Ago

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... ah ... that's exquisite poetry all the way ... every word and every line ... pure and pristine ... passionate and pensive ... gentle and generous ... sublime and scintillating ... beautiful ... and so consuming ... glad you featured this and i didn't miss it ...

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Added on September 25, 2009
Last Updated on September 9, 2010


An owl on the moon
An owl on the moon

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