Snow fall
wraps icy grip on the trees
holds them still for a season.
Birds dance branch to branch
looking sharp-eyed for the reason.
brittle-becoming
such starkness that befalls,
while green wears such drab mufflers
against snow-binding sprawls.
Blue dust of winter’s breath;
Earth’s chilled moan and sigh,
escapes in huffs and puffs
in frigid bye and bye.
Birds fluff out their feathers,
huddle hard on moon’s cold glow,
wing-tucked head refuses to see
what waits for this
fall snow.
Author notes
#8. Snow fall
first line in order, last line any order
jpg by chyssima
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A contest entry
- Contest Finish me #9 by Samplette.
550 points, ended December 12, 2006, 19 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Great job here. Thank you for entering.
Sam
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As I sit here partaking the delight of reading this fine piece.I look to my right in this room chilly a bit.And see our cockateil Elvis poofed out with his head tucked beneath his wing sleeping.It's +8 here right now as a days high.I feel so bad for any of God's creatures outside.Brrrrrr!~Suseann
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tks, Suseann
Youa re celbrating a bit of an annual thing here,a ren't you? I was jsut going through my lsits of poems and ntoes on the pages and pages of entries and information in AP and I had made note of a surgery.
I am so glad you come to visit and comment, gf. In this poem, I was playign with form as well as fulfilling the requirements for the contest. My imagination was simply popping with ideas from each title and I settled on this one. I am thinking there is another one I would like to write as well.
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