Rain beats the rhythm
of the rattle of the shutters
and the low moan of the wind
in the branches bare,
where the huddled songbirds chirrup
feathers ruffled by the cold,
their plaintive voices joining
in the keening for the summer
dead and golden autumn dying—
the monochrome refrain
of chill winter’s song.
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Hi Jane. Happy Thursday. Thanks for sharing such a beautifully penned poem. Poignant and infused with beautiful imagery. I have re-blogged. Here is the link https://goffjamesart.wordpress.com/2019/11/21/rain-beats-the-rhythm/ . Best Regards. Goff
Thank you, Goff! I’m pleased you like it, and thanks so much for reblogging 🙂
Pleasure. Have a great day. Goff
You too!
Cheers!
Perfect capture of mood and season’s sounds. (Nice picture – tinted with some of my favorite hues – like all the subtleness of winter, more than meets the eye)
Thank you 🙂 I took several pics the other morning when we had the first unexpected frost. This one came out dark, which gives it a much more wintry feel.
The lyrical skill on display is simply spectacular in this one. I love it! Somehow, I feel it, like a chill, crawl into my head and affect me.