photo by David Jenne of West Rutland, Vt. courtesy of Burlington Free Press
Halved by their loss they breathe slowly,
in their new monochromatic dimension
feeling the abandonment of the earth below
solemn in its mantle of pallid sienna,
they sense the hours of waiting
in frozen resignation.
They have learned to listen
to the winds from the north
and the east the two messengers,
competing to bring the news
of below zero temperatures.
In their stillness they long
for a meaning to the light
while they leave their souls bare
for the frost to colonise their skin,
make them shine.
In their slumber they dream
of colours in shades of green and white,
of bustling nests and butterflies,
of richness in golden tones,
wishing for a luxuriant foliage
and a tropical way of life,
unable to fully grasp
the miracle of spring.
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A contest entry
- Stick Season by ea.
1500 points, ended November 2, 18 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Thank you so much.
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Beautiful poetry. Your words shine in this piece -- so descriptive -- you create a fine tone here and carry it through perfectly to the end. You humanize the trees and make us feel for them. The last stanza is so hopeful and warm, a nice tree-dream full of warmth and comfort. Beautiful!
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Thank you so much for your wonderful comment glad you enjoyed reading it.
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The dreams of the sticks is really great in this poem and how the miracle of Spring coming is something they can't quite grasp, it is also like the miracle of life as we humans can't quite ever completely understand.
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Thank you so much for your nice comment yes spring is as well a miracle of life that seems so remote at this time of the year.
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An elegant and mellifluous write !!
Poetic perfection flows skillfully
through each line Fabienne !!
Best wishes & hugs , friend Easy
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Thank you so much for your visit and your generous comment so nice of you.
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This is quite evocative of "stick season" with all its lonely lack. The wonder of how nature endures through this lowest point when it seems that spring is out of grasp once again. Loved the mention of below 0 temperatures because that is exactly right! Thank you.
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Thank you ever so much for your kind comment and the bronze trophy.
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