Ice clings, branches dead
Old man winter rears his head.
The power is out.
Little nubs promise
Life again; the skeleton
buds will sprout.
Green and leafy boughs
Sway in summer breeze.
Powerful sun-shade
Colours turn to gold
days grow shorter
Falling to the ground.
Jenna Joslyn
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Written November 24th, 2004
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A contest entry
- 365 by HighlordTalymar.
365 points, ended February 1, 2005, 6 entries
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lovely poem
= ). This happens every year. I am used to it.
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I love the imagery for each of the seasons. I think haiku was the best style for the seasons, too. Great write and nice poem!
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Short, sweet, effective. Nice work ad good luck.
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this can be as much about growing older as about the coming of autumn. the "little nubs" can be the new life that offspring promises.
it's funny, i never think of budding boughs of spring as being "new life". in my mind it's more of an awaking life. i think of deciduous trees as sleeping once a year, the winter being like their night. they wake in the spring, go about their long summer day, then drop their leaves in the fall and snuggle under the snows of winter in rest.
anyway, this is a pleasant feeling little poem.
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Very vivid, Absinthe: could feel the chilly air, smell autumn in the breeze, see its glorious colors heralding winter. This piece should garner the gold! I'm glad to see you getting a bit of writing done when on holiday.
Good luck in the contest... not that you need it!
Love and hugs, Bon
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very nice
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Sounds chilly
Winter holds its own special beauty. Like nothing else. Your poem is awesome. Good luck in the contest
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