'til once more the songbirds sing

The onset of winter

Winter came not meek nor mild
but with hoare frosted, bellowed breath
that coated all with thin laid ice
sending autumn to her death.

Whilst a waning sun, by summer spent,
rises barely roof ridge high
as armadas of grey galleons
sail 'cross an ever darkening sky.

And fallow fields neath purest white
trees petrified and bare,
are an epitaph to a season lost
and the beauty she did share.

I inward say, " farewell for now,
farewell 'til the birth of spring,
let me slumber deep, silently,
'til once more the songbirds sing"

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

“And fallow fields neath purest white
trees petrified and bare,
are an epitaph to a season lost
and the beauty she did share. “
Gee, your poem is written in such beautiful, classical language that it becomes a treasured gift in itself. Vivid stark and wintry imagery chills as it should. Beautiful rhyme, cadence, alliteration, metaphor. All summed up in a truly great write my friend.

[Gee]

Thank you Annette

[Soren]

A beautiful poem about the change of season. Descriptive and vivid images and allegories that paint a clear picture. Very nice.

[Gee]

Thank you Soren

[Lynne Murphy Miller]

I greatly enjoy your use of language here! I can feel the connection to an earlier time, when words were valued in a different way than they are now. Really lovely.

[Gee]

Thank you Lynne, your visit and kind words are appreciated

[Lisasview]

Good morning dear Gee,
I have been away from reading, reviewing and writing for about a month now…
Glad to find this lovely poem of yours. Your thoughts of the different seasons jumped off the page and into my heart and head… really was so wonderful to read.
Lisa, still in Spain

[Gee]

Thank you Lisa, so glad you enjoyed these simple words.
Hope you are both well:)

[Lisasview]

All is good here... Lisa

[Weeping willow]

Such a lovely write as I rode through the different seasons inside my mind ;-] Beautifully expressed.

[Gee]

Thank you kindly

[Ken e Bujold]

A very strong write of nature's unrelenting turn of seasons. enjoyed the visit and the read G.

[Gee]

Thanks for dropping by Ken, hope you are well.

[Betty Hermelee]

A warm feeling in this poem, even though you show us winter blowing in with force "as armadas of grey galleons", but there is always change, and that is the know that spring will bring forth sweet breezes, color and scents soon ; until then sleep well and sweet dreams....
Nice write Gee,
Best, B

[Gee]

Thank you Betty

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome Gee, have a good one!
Best, B

[Sami Khalil]

I enjoyed every bit of this descriptive and lyrical poem.
I ( inwardly ) say you did a good 👍 job.

[Gee]

Thank you Sami

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome 😊 sir Gene.

[Pauline]

Oh this is so softly worded, gentle and beautiful with great imagery.

Pauline.

[Gee]

Thank you. Still find it hard to believe that the poems I serve up are so well received, " you will amount to nothing Stevenson" the parting shot from a few teachers on my leaving school without qualifications :)

[Pauline]

Ah well... it just goes to show how much they knew didn't it. You're very gifted, so feel proud.

[Miss Sharon]

Beautifully written and filled with amazing imagery! I love this. ~Sharon

[Gee]

Thank you Sharon