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Blackberry Winter
Stars line tree limbs
as robins chest
breathes
morning light
blessed yellow feather
red-heads and bellies
dance with black-caps
sewn and sow song
with dark eyed tit-mouse
babe blades
thrust
from under snow wrapped palaces
the glinting green
hugged on hooves
kiss the timid doe
slow settings
told in tones
that sea with endless brown
warble
with me mourning dove
set in couple
splitting bean
the aromatic blessings
waft pure
on crisp Spring air
behold
the hues
they are bright
golden
orange now
kissing the shoulders
ties
belong
Published 20th Mar 2017
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20th Mar 2017 12:24pm
souladareatease is this one for me? lol, no no just a joke king! However, is is for our
stirring souls.
FS
stirring souls.
FS
21st Mar 2017 10:59pm
It must have been FS-Cheers!!! It's good to see You-Thank You Always for Your Kindness!!
20th Mar 2017 1:22pm
And just when I was beginning to adore the Autumn you come up with this.... leaving me split between the two equally beautiful times... love your words and your delivery dear brother Soul!
21st Mar 2017 10:58pm
Sure Appreciate You Fine Feathered Friend!!! Glad I could conjure some Spring for You to enjoy-Thank You Dear Brother!!!
Anonymous
20th Mar 2017 2:53pm
The key to this poem doesn't lie so much in the movement of the seasons, as it does the animals you choose to progress this story. Starting with the robin - the iconic winter bird, gently giving way to the slumbering mouse, the gently emerging doe and the dove, mourning things that have been.
The finisher of 'ties belong' is such a simple statement, but one that breathes a connection and an awareness of the world that is so often lost in this age. 'Kissing the shoulders' is also an interesting statement. Anybody can kiss a cheek or a mouth, but it takes intimacy and relationship to lovingly dwell on a shoulder. A clever little tender snippet.
Three cheers to the waking world, my friend. Thank you for the read.
The finisher of 'ties belong' is such a simple statement, but one that breathes a connection and an awareness of the world that is so often lost in this age. 'Kissing the shoulders' is also an interesting statement. Anybody can kiss a cheek or a mouth, but it takes intimacy and relationship to lovingly dwell on a shoulder. A clever little tender snippet.
Three cheers to the waking world, my friend. Thank you for the read.
21st Mar 2017 10:55pm
Keen eye Kidd-O!!! A symbol-minded ditty it is-Really Appreciate that notice to it!!! Hooray,Hurrah, yipee!!!
20th Mar 2017 3:18pm
Ahhh...in all those striking, special scents...and sounds... and sights of this awesome season--in shades and sounds of bird-song and plants re-awakened....
In celebration of Vernal Equinox....such a stimulating scribe, mo Chara!
Happy Spring...and Bright Blessings ....to you
In celebration of Vernal Equinox....such a stimulating scribe, mo Chara!
Happy Spring...and Bright Blessings ....to you
21st Mar 2017 10:47pm
Happy Spring DE!!! To see it all wake -such a glory-for it to take longer than normal-has me hoping that summer and fall will last long as well lol
Anonymous
20th Mar 2017 3:40pm
Love the title as I can only
begin to interpret that as
Spring`s idea of Winter
woven in words that
invoke the idea of
sitting near a lit hearth
wrapped in a blanket
with coffee & a good book ...
truly exhilarating, my Friend
~love to you, Devlin
21st Mar 2017 10:44pm
Hey there Hell-Cat!!!' Absolutely-such Springs are best viewed through a window -Peace and comfort by the roar of fire!!!
20th Mar 2017 5:36pm
An absolutely beautiful write, Gabriel, like a refreshing walk in the snowy woods. Ok, maybe a short walk because of last week's storm but it's every bit as gorgeous none the less ! Great job !
21st Mar 2017 10:40pm
Haha I hear Ya Tony, my old bones cant take those storms anymore!!! We had one as well -Thank You Good Sir for the warmth!!!
20th Mar 2017 10:17pm
21st Mar 2017 10:38pm
Hey Tim, Thank You for that-I like brightly coloured yarns though-this one albeit simple, had to mix the gray slate between.
20th Mar 2017 10:29pm
A beautiful and refreshing write, souladareatease. There's a spirituality to your love of nature along with an ecstatic quality as your poem concludes. Fine work!
21st Mar 2017 10:33pm
Hey Crow-Appreciate You flying in!!! Grateful for such Kind words Poet-I need those ecstatic endings to keep the smile going :)
24th Mar 2017 2:42pm
24th Mar 2017 9:12pm
Greatly Appreciate You for stopping in Mel!!! Ahhhh Spring-bring me warmth...this Winter has clung a bit too long for my taste. Humbled by Your Kind words!!!
Anonymous
25th Mar 2017 8:48pm
Such details! and the way you describe even the smallest movement, light, sound in such a delicate way that one wants to pay close attention. Makes me think you live near woods mister Soul that there's great deal of appreciation to nature. This is truly a beautiful write :)
27th Mar 2017 1:43am
No ...You remember...it's a concrete jungle where I'm at!!! Thank You for appreciating the details :*
I love how you couple winter's icy arms with spring's warm hands, digging it's way from frozen soil.
A slow but inexorable transition from a certain stillstand to explosions of movement. And inbetween - a foreboding of new life ...
Soul, I love it. Just as I thought I would :-).
A slow but inexorable transition from a certain stillstand to explosions of movement. And inbetween - a foreboding of new life ...
Soul, I love it. Just as I thought I would :-).
27th Mar 2017 1:45am
Mrs Chi-You are Far too kind-I appreciate it very much!!! Means alot from You Poetess!!!
30th Mar 2017 4:13am
When I read you I feel like a fairy tip toeing in and around your words..wanting to play and disturb the beauty just to catch your eye lol. Or is that a pixie? Seriously though you have an amazing gift of expression. Beauty on :)
30th Mar 2017 4:21am
You are too Good to me Lil Pixie!!! Thank You for that!!! Sometimes i fear I write too many of these type.
