The hour is dark, silver-slick moonlight
ices this scene like Christmas cake
snow, drifted like spatula-turned
seven-minute frosting, gone shiny
from being well-beaten
pupils, widening for sight,
see shivers in fronds
and branch of pining trees
and mild breathing of night stars
can be heard as tinkle and chinkle
of icicle teardrops
at how hard this is
slump-back bushes bundle together
and listen to fire in their roots
tell of another day, a dawn, a coming
they will long for, like prisoners
desire freedom
this is too beautiful for bright light day:
this holy city of forest finding a way to bear this
cold-covered sting of season
Author notes
Prompt: write a living, moving scene.. something to do with a forest, the untouched beauty and peace, the sounds and smells, the lighting, the feel of it... everything! i want you to write me movement, touch, taste, smell..i want to FEEL the leaves brush against my skin,and listen to the whisper of the wind, i want it to be alive!
Please tell me what you think
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Love your forest
I'm a night person and this is so lovely
Well Done
Wind Walker
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Ty, poet, for your kind comment.
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mild breathing of night stars
can be heard as tinkle and chinkle
of icicle teardrops
at how hard this is...
oh yes, this is the very best part
applause
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ty, moony. It is inspiring to turn the otuside lights on with this ice covering the trees in our backyard forest.
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:)
thankyou for your entry, i especially like this part:
and mild breathing of night stars
can be heard as tinkle and chinkle
of icicle teardrops
at how hard this is
good luck with the contest! -
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Ty for your consideration and your comment.
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