Colleen is back after her month long writing marathon with a new Tanka Tuesday prompt, synonyms only this time.
Trees, bare, indistinct
through the mist, stand ghost-pale, still;
chill hangs in the air.
In this valley, fog grips in
cold coils—I forget summer.
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The present season always seems like the only one (except fleetingly in our minds)…(K)
We’re living very much from day to day.
I particularly like the final two lines. Though I imagine spirits lurking in the “ghost-pale” mist.
At present there’s a cat lurking. I don’t know where it comes from but it’s often in this field, chasing small rodents. The kestrel is sitting, as usual, on the telegraph wire, watching. It will be interesting to see what happens if the cat stirs up a little critter.
I imagine there will be a poem. 😉
There could be 🙂
Cold coils… I love your descriptions. Well done, Jane. ❤
Thanks!
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I like how the perspective changes from being the observer to being the participant. How how ‘wild’ nature is. It silently invokes helplessness against the power of nature.
Thank you. It’s ambivalent. We’re helpless when nature flexes her muscles, like an earthquake, but we nibble way at the edges, creating havoc with biodiversity and the climate.
Very descriptive Jane. I can feel the cold.
Thanks Pat!