winter winds in shiny worms of water
lapping root and bare black branches
whines in windy window cracks
splits clay pots
seeds and dry leaves scattering
birds still wing
though singing is for spring
sun warming stone and shoots
lizards loiter bees bumble in stray rays
but night falls and fog crawls
draw down the blinds
hope seeps back into black water
on cold earth
struggling to blossom
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A masterpiece of alliteration. Jane your poetry is beautiful!
Aw, thank you, Holly! I’m pleased you enjoy it 🙂
You are so welcome, I enjoyed it very much as always.
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Beautiful poem and picture! ❤
Thank you!
This one is such fun to read/say! I love the contrasts, too. 🙂
Thank you! It’s never all cold, but impossible to count on winter being docile.
Or nature, in general. 😉
True 🙂
No struggling to blossom here Jane, love the poem.
Thank you, Chris! I’m pleased you like the poem 🙂
So hope is struggling to blossom, and bird-song is for spring. The pot is split (I didn’t know that happened); seeds are scattered. But at least the bird flies. and for a while the sun can warm a stone. You show strongly and thoroughly how nature wrestles with winter.
We generally lose one or two terracotta pots in the winter, leaving them outside in a frost. It often looks like vandalism to me, busting the pots and freezing off the plant inside. Nature’s way of telling us, do unnatural things like keeping tender plants chained up outside in the cold, and face the consequences.
Certainly depicts the struggle of nature…Luckily, Spring usually wins out.
I’m hoping it wins out soon…
Amen.
A very amazing short story, in form of poetry. Love it too, Jane!
Thanks! Winter is a long story, changes every day 🙂