December.
Stark and cold.
Bare trees
with Lowry limbs,
knuckled branches stretching
towards my frozen heart.
Will a grey sky look the same?
Will I mark the passing
of a dragon-cloud?
When the frosted air
no longer mingles
with your breath,
How will I be in the world?
Jet trails looping high.
The flute of birdsong,
descant to the paddle sound
of wooden wind chime.
The music of our garden
tolling now for you and me.
When the curling wraiths
of smoke
from your cigar
linger no more
to drift upon the freezing stillness,
will the robin still sing in the bay?
And how will I be in the world?
Comments
skinner_jennifer | February 11, 2012 - 11:35
Hi Judygee,
this was such a beautiful piece of writing, I loved
all the poetic descriptions in it.
Thankyou for sharing.
Jenny.
gerardineanne | February 11, 2012 - 11:38
Lovely poem.I like your Lowry limbs.
scratch | February 11, 2012 - 13:22
Lowry limbs did it for me as well. Thanks for sharing a super poem.
Judygee | February 11, 2012 - 14:06
Jenny, thanks so much for your comment. It's great to get feedback.
Judy
Judygee | February 11, 2012 - 14:08
Occasional pleasing phrases occur - but not often enough! Glad you liked it.
Silver Spun Sand | February 12, 2012 - 13:45
I too, loved the 'Lowry limbs'. Inspired!
Tina
shyrewode | February 12, 2012 - 22:10
So many wonderful phrases."Knuckled branches stretching
towards my frozen heart", just one example. Very moving.
Steve
Judygee | February 18, 2012 - 17:30
Tina,
Thank you - I was so happy with that phrase - such a good feeling when other people share that with me.
Judy
Judygee | February 18, 2012 - 17:31
Thanks for reading it Steve - really glad you liked it.
Judy