Awakening Winter

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Awakening Winter

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Awakening Winter

Poem by: PaulChafer

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Genre: Poetry

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Summary

Inspired by Susan, composed in local woodland over the last few days from observation and future projection, this poem straddles the end of autumn and the beginning of winter.

As Susan admires a lyrical style, I decided to place this format within the sealing of a pantoum, where the first line reads the same as the last and we take a little roundabout journey. My wife provided the artwork.

Summary

Inspired by Susan, composed in local woodland over the last few days from observation and future projection, this poem straddles the end of autumn and the beginning of winter.

As Susan admires a lyrical style, I decided to place this format within the sealing of a pantoum, where the first line reads the same as the last and we take a little roundabout journey. My wife provided the artwork.

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Submitted: November 24, 2009

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Submitted: November 24, 2009

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As I wander down, twisting paths,

Low leaden skies, threatening rain,

Leaves drift down like confetti,

As winter awakens, once again.

 

Trees, their branches almost bare,

Rake and claw, at a heavy sky,

Thrashing impotently to be free,

As searching winds, rustle on by.

 

Bracken, faded yellow and brown,

So cloying with the scent of death,

A decaying, withering, tangled mass,

Autumn steals a last, silent breath.

 

Frost creeps in, coating the ground,

Painting trees and hedgerows white.

Woodland life, skulks and hides

Avoiding the snap of Winter’s bite.

 

Shortening days: lengthening nights,

Are forcing temperatures to fall,

A babbling brook becomes silenced,

The Ice-queen spreads her shawl.

 

Rain soon becomes transmogrified,

Within raging blizzards of snow,

Winter heralding an early arrival,

With a cool, breath-taking show.

 

Oh so cold, but I won’t complain,

For merciless winter simply laughs,

My breath pants in foggy plumes,

As I wander down, twisting paths.


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