Acrylic on canvas This was the final entry for the year in my winter series. I’ve enjoyed painting snow so I’m a little sad to put the series on hold for the summer – well not that sad! But this experience has really enabled my tree development to progress, particularly my pine trees. I’m looking […]
When winter winds are done;
And spring brings forth the sun.
It holds a hidden power,
Emotions match the hour.
So if I keep them close,
Display them as a rose.
When frost does turn me blue,
I’ll know then that’s my cue.
(Rhyme scheme -AABBCCDD)
Really enjoyed reading this today.
Awake! you sleepy-headed lark
and whistle us up a summer in the meadow.
We’re tired of the chill wind
clanging the shutters against the pane
and rattling the last cold leaves on the oak.
The cardinal sings his varied tune
in the barren branches, but we want a warmer song,
the trill of sun on new-mown hay.
Come now, you wayward songstress,
lever up the sun to her place on a higher plane,
and sing the dew onto the grass.
We’ve counted down the solstice minutes,
too few to hold the dying rays of the sun,
bring us a longer day from a more temperate latitude.
Warm our hearts with your morning song,
heralding the heat of a rising summer day.
Really liked this poem from chyfrin
try as i might
i can’t pull my reflection from this fly-specked mirror
a mirror gone dark
the dark of a very cold night
i walk under a clotted pewter sky
my shadow undulates upon rimy frozen waters
God protect me from that which i desire
nothing can protect me from my love for you
winter comes as no surprise