A new and unsettled poem. The imagery can be extended.
Lady Nyo
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In the hollow of winter’s twilight
When the air is thin and pale,
Night creeps forth in shadows–
Overwhelms the weary day.
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I hear the scrape of sleet
Tattoo the frozen panes,
Feed up the fire
With spitting pine–
And settle in the warmth.
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The hound on hearth,
His body limp–snores,
No owl or deer entices.
He dreams of past hunts,
Twitches still–
But now gives up the chase.
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In winter’s stillness
Wounds will heal,
This solitude is welcome
The silence does immeasurable good–
This — the sanctuary of season.
–
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2010
Tags: "In the Hollow of Winter's Twilight", "White Cranes of Heaven", Autumn poetry, poetry
October 19, 2010 at 2:32 pm
the art on top is timeless…
this post tickles me,
what talent.
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October 19, 2010 at 7:55 pm
Thank you, Jingle.
This poem came forth fast…too fast…and then gave me fits.
I revised it…on the blog…oh, about 20 times…LOL~
Added the dog stanza, but still…it’s not right.
I love and got trapped by the first two lines of the first stanza…but then they escaped me.
Thank you for reading…and I am glad you liked my art work. I originally was a painter….before that a musician, but I think all these things go into the melting pot….and sometimes poetry comes forth from the fire.
Lady Nyo
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October 23, 2010 at 6:08 am
A cosy solitude beautifully painted
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October 23, 2010 at 11:17 am
Thank you, Bluebee, for reading and leaving a comment. I think solitude is a good word for this short poem.
Lady Nyo
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