dawn encroaches...
a grey heron ascends –
thwarts the newborn mists, legs awry.
Laboriously it rises
wings extended spread
a sombrous shawl across the moor.
A sprinkling of snow –
the pond a solid sheet of ice,
a haven, temporarily; fish quiescent, sleep.
A last leaf, wooed
by a skittish, easterly squall, succumbs –
haphazardly falls from the willow;
above – a red-kite mewls
to its mate. A distant thrum –
the glimpse of a woodpecker, tap-tapping;
the bark of a muntjac
cutting through the quietness,
the oneness of it all...

Comments
littleditty | December 21, 2009 - 22:30
very wintery, sparse descriptors, just like winter - i saw a woodpecker in the garden recently, wonderful wintery scenes these days to inspire - enjoyed yours -happy holidays Tina :)x
Silver Spun Sand | December 22, 2009 - 00:11
ld - your words meant so much. Think of you, often.
Thank you;-)
Tina x
shoe | December 22, 2009 - 10:48
really beautiful and elegant,:-)
MistakenMagic | December 22, 2009 - 11:34
Really love the imagery in this one Tina - ld is right, it does convey the bleakness of winter so well!
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | December 22, 2009 - 12:47
Your words, much appreciated;-)
Thank you, so much.
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | December 22, 2009 - 12:51
My thanks to you, Magic.
It really does look like a winter wonderland where I live. This morning I had nine, rather dejected-looking red-legged partridges peering in the window at me, having great trouble walking in the deep snow. The pheasants, on the other hand, aren't so fat and dumpy, with much longer legs, and they are coping much better. As for the squirrels, they're loving it.
Glad you enjoyed this one. I thought you might.
Tina xxx
Nathan Bednarek | December 22, 2009 - 14:46
I love this kind of poetry and I just realised how much I miss your poetry purely about nature. A soothing, captivating and beautifully crafted poem. The last stanza is majestic. Well done.
Nathan xox
Silver Spun Sand | December 22, 2009 - 17:01
How kind you are, Nathan;-) Yes, nature is so inspiring and being so lucky as to live surrounded by fields, moorland and sky...poems seem to write themselves.
Really pleased you enjoyed it.
Tina xox
rjnewlyn | December 22, 2009 - 21:28
Heading off to some empty moorland myself tomorrow. This is exactly what I'm looking for. It's such a great time of year and you've captured it.
Rob
Silver Spun Sand | December 22, 2009 - 21:43
Rob - how wonderful. I do hope you find what you seek. I only know I have. I am glad I conveyed that to you. Thank you so much.
Tina:-)
skinner_jennifer | September 12, 2011 - 11:29
Hi Tina,
this poem is so true of the Winter, I could capture
every word and see its true beauty.
How I love...love...loved it.
Thankyou so much. Oh by the way, I loved the title.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | September 12, 2011 - 11:41
Thanks for reading this one, Jenny. I had quite forgotten it...seriously.
So pleased you 'found it', and more than pleased you enjoyed;-)
Tina