Into Winterberry Ash

Into Winterberry Ash

A Poem by Michael G. Smith
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An aging man remembers his passing life of love and children

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Caught upon an evening reminiscing 
Pass the arms on edge
Of rocking chair and ails reeling

 

Sipping away into fable times
Wild off, cool life teas
Melting ice, and lemon's sweet veranda breeze

 

By and by bloomers chase
Round a circle in innocent days
To the last of Indian summer

 

And brittle beneath awakes
Crying boards that ever creak
As all familiar remembers

 

A voice of hers bone deep, is missed
Rattles toward the center
And out pass the winds of placid lake September

 

“Oh, dear Evelyn” our dreams
Hung under wind chime tingles
Trace love among soft autumns twinkle

 

No longer songbird melodies braid
In early morning after children
Now shadow, in the splashes of sunning place

 

Timepiece also, is the empty grass
Once with, now without you
As a road that ends nearer to your path

 

And sooner wisdom folds
Under snow, bird angels holding hands
High into winterberry ash

© 2014 Michael G. Smith


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"No longer songbird melodies braid
In early morning after children
Now shadow, in the splashes of sunning place"

I liked this stanza the best. I loved the way how you told a story within a poem. Remembrance of gone days brings us joy as well as sorrow.
This would read wonderful with a melody to it.
Excellently penned 😊👍


Posted 4 Years Ago


Michael G. Smith

4 Years Ago

Thank you again. I tried to capture the memories of my grandmother as she reminiscences of missing g.. read more
Dr. YumnaKay

4 Years Ago

You're welcome! 😊
There is a soft serenity to this poem that is inviting. The images you have given the reader to enjoy are lovely...
and sooner wisdom folds
under snow, bird angels holding hands
high into winterberry ash
my favorite lines and the perfect ending to a gorgeous poem.
:) Julie

Posted 7 Years Ago


Michael G. Smith

7 Years Ago

Julie Jewel, I have a sister named Julie. I'll be bye soon to read your page. Thanks again.
Do I have to tell you, you're a grreat poet! But your poetry tends to be a bit hard at times ;)
Loved this stanza:
Timepiece too, is the empty grass
Once with, now without you
As I end a road that leads nearer to your path

Posted 8 Years Ago


Michael G. Smith

8 Years Ago

The title refers to the term Blackberry winter meaning a cold snap occuring in late spring. I just c.. read more
Michael G. Smith

8 Years Ago

Wow, did I just write all that? :)
Moniba

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much. For explaining all of it. Must've taken alot of time and I appreciate that. Hahah.. read more

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Added on March 7, 2013
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Tags: grandparents, death, life, wife, love, children, summer, winter