Winter persists with arrogance this year,
fingers of ice clutch tight at the hedgerows
leaving a trail of silver white frosting
over blackened boughs, stunting the new growth.
Even snowdrops shiver and become shy,
reluctant to show us their sweet faces.
Dawns creep in silently without birdsong
just the sound of human activity;
the drone of traffic on frozen tarmac,
the lonely wail of ambulance sirens
off to a motorway catastrophe
perhaps, is it the last call of their shift?
The sounds are of winter, melancholy;
pushing back the exuberance of spring.
Winter holding on for dear life, breathing
fiercely, March-ing onward towards April.
Comments
Ewan | February 27, 2010 - 18:20
Hi Val, nice poem.. do you need to de-capitalise Perhaps, or is there a full stop missing before it?
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Bradene | February 27, 2010 - 18:41
Thanks Ewan, and yes you are right perhaps shouldn't be capitalised, I'll edit. Thanks again. Val x
Bradene | February 27, 2010 - 18:43
This is indeed an honour, thanks Tony. Val x
Esmerelda | February 28, 2010 - 16:18
'The sounds are of winter, melancholy;
pushing back the exuberance of spring.' - really like this.
Nathan Bednarek | February 28, 2010 - 17:39
It's great to have you back Val and what a way to make your return! I really enjoyed this. A beautiful poem. Well done.
Nathan.
Bradene | February 28, 2010 - 17:42
Thank you, I'm happy that you liked the poem. Best, Val
Bradene | February 28, 2010 - 17:43
Hello Nathan, what a nice welcome back from you. I'm happy you liked this piece. Happy 2010 Love Val x
MistakenMagic | March 1, 2010 - 16:03
'Winter persists with arrogance this year,
fingers of ice clutch tight at the hedgerows
leaving a trail of silver white frosting
over blackened boughs, stunting the new growth.'
- I love the first stanza, Val! I too am pretty fed up with this weather ;) Beautiful poem and well done on the cherry!
Magic xxx