Creeping toward the day,
stalking Falls back door.
Icy fingers reaching out
desperate to touch,
to kiss, to smother.
Chasing off the warmth,
the laughter,
the sunny joy of Summer,
she waves a distant farewell.
Bright white light
harsh and cold
making everything sparkly
and crisp, brittle slickness.
Winter's breath grasping, whipping
tight around the throat.
Bundled travelers bow
huddling inside their layers
searching for warmth.
Author notes
ok to explain the title, Zulu is for Z in the phonetic alphabet, meaning the last one, so this means the last season ( of the year) I wanted something that didn't have winter of Christmas in it, something unusual.
A contest entry
- QUICKIE: seasons [3/4] by etoile.
550 points, ended November 17, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i liked the fact that you tried to make this unusual. it made it more interesting for me to read and so i liked it more. your imagery was also very beautiful, i could picture all of this in my mind. the last stanza was my favourite.
thanks for entering and goodluck
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