Winter Conjuring

Winter Conjuring

A Poem by Earl Schumacker
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A Quintain in 4 stanzas

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Winter Conjuring


Church bells muffled on Sunday

Whispered almost silent as people glide in to pray

Inclement weather conditions toll a long good-bye

Blizzards come with mounds of snow on a somber curve

The fallen collect themselves inside as worried souls


Leaves completely freed from trees become detached

Cannibalized by savage storms clawing at their back

Long stripped of life they could not last the hour

Too weak, crisp, loud, to cover up or hide in quiet

Laid naked, bare, lost innocence and mystery devoured


Oaks stand like towers emptied of themselves

Hollowed out holes by age that grow no more

Webbed fingers jut, twisted from the middle

In competition with the holy house in white

December stretches to the distance warped


Trees become skeleton warriors fighting back

Howling winds wrapped in Winter sin

Blowing south on holiday wishes cold

The congregation leans in to sing a carol

They fill in spaces made by Christmas conjuring

© 2017 Earl Schumacker


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Added on September 22, 2017
Last Updated on September 23, 2017
Tags: Winter, religion, winds, snow, cold, sounds

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Earl Schumacker
Earl Schumacker

Atlantic City, NJ



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B.A. Degree in Literature and Language. I enjoy writing short stories, poetry, novels and keeping up with new scientific discoveries. I enjoy philosophy and Art appreciation. more..

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