As silently as death itself.

The first frost of winter

Daylight came with silence
the world now dusted white,
Jack had worked his magic
under cover of the night.

Stencilling onto windows
feathered, crystalled fronds
whilst below on cills, motionless
lay tiny frozen ponds.

And hedgerows, sparkled, glistened,
lit by a watered light,
the spiders toils woven there
iced doilies, what a sight.

A bird then pierced the silence
and a shiver through me sent
as it mourned the passing seasons
with a haunting, shrill lament.












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Author's Note

Not sure whether this works !

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Actually, it does. Good rhyming and meter; the poem moves at a nice pace, with no superfluous words or wandering. Though what we see is the regular change of a season, I believe the theme is impermanence. Nothing ever really stands still. Well done.

[Gee]

Thank you kindly sir

[Relic]

It works.............Awesome.


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[Gee]

Cheers Relic.
Hope all is well with you

[barleygirl]

This is unbelievably crisp & beautiful -- it makes me wish I could inject you with the confidence to recognize the incredible quality of your own writing! (just had to get that out, after reading your authors note) . . . We don't get much frost here, nothing to complain about, only lasts 2 or 3 hours in the morning, etc. But I have NEVER noticed anything beautiful about frost (hate the cold, I'm just sitting around hating it, instead of noticing it!) You taught me something important just now. I'm always saying the best writers are the best observers. This is a poem that teaches us how to observe precisely & artfully! (((HUGS)) Fondly, Margie

[Gee]

Ach, you're so kind :))
Because my stuff is so simple I often wonder as to how all of you "proper" writers will receive it.
Thank you so much Margie

[DIVYA]

It works beautifully Gee. I was immersed in the beauty of winter. Such lovely word choice. And the final verse was so haunting.

[Gee]

Hi Divya, thank you kindly

[DIVYA]

Enjoy and appreciated very much. You’re welcome, Gee.

[Stella Armour]

Just how it is Gee, Jack frost is a wonderful artist ... if only he would use warmer colours. :)

[Gee]

Thank you Stella

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and strong words written dear friend. Winter does make me think. Where am I going? The death of the green earth, make me know. We must die to be reborn. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Gee]

Thank you for your kind words Coyote.
Hope you are well

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome. I am fine and I hope you are doing well.

[Curtis.Lenker]

This works very well. I enjoyed the flow. It made me want summer back to be honest.

[Gee]

Thank you kindly

[Curtis.Lenker]

your very welcome

[augustus]

It certainly does work! It sent shivers down my spine and emphasises my need for warm sunny days!
Good writing!

[Gee]

Thank you Augustas. Just so that ya know, I do read ya but being a shy, retiring type am mostly left tongue tied :)

[Chris Shaw]

It certainly worked for me Gee. Your lines were both beautiful and full of the delicate imagery of a first frost. You captured that so well. You sent a little shiver down my spine with this read. Very nicely conveyed and timely with it. It's cold outside.

Chris

[Gee]

Thank you Christine. Yep, walked the dogs this morning kitted out like an eskimo.
Have a good Saturday :)