This rhyme of mine from 2009 has been waiting in line for a very long time to break free and shine and this prompt seemed just fine!
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November days, brief spells of sun,
evenings afront a fire of logs.
Chilly nights of sparkling frost,
misty dawns and frozen bogs.
Shimmering shafts of sunlight,
shoot through naked trees.
Grass once green now golden,
sways in a bitter breeze.
Holly bushes blush with berries,
ivy clambers up stone walls.
Dormant plants and sleeping flowers,
rest ‘til new year’s springtime calls.
Heading south beneath grey clouds,
a perfect vee of geese.
On distant hills a flock of sheep,
wrapped in woolly fleece.
Winter beckons
Spring can wait
Now’s the time to hibernate.
It originally had another verse half way down but it would have carried the poem over the 100 word limit. This is what it would have been –
A squirrel scurries ‘cross a track,
a rabbit sits and stares.
A pigeon sways upon a branch,
a red fox stands and glares.
Sorry I can’t share it with you – ooops, I just have!
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Dale for the picture.
Click Froggie to join in the fun.
Beautiful word picture of winter.
So kind of you Sadje, thank you.
My pleasure
Wood storing is the main activity for my VT relatives now
I bet it is, I guess they have some pretty chilly winters up there!
And a great wood stove in case the furnace goes out.
I liked the frozen bogs
I see them in wintertime on nearby marshland. Cheers, Neil.
So lovely and warm, it brings out everything that I love about fall and winter. And oops, I read the part I shouldn’t have read. My bad…
Go and stand in the naughty corner!
I think the positives outweigh the negatives in Winter!
Nice poem Keith…….. all of it!!
Thanks for reading all of it Di!
You’ve painted a very clear picture of fall, Keith. Well done.
That’s much appreciated Linda, thank you.
I’m so glad you didn’t slip in those forbidden words… This was beautiful. Makes this season feel so nice and cozy.
I didn’t dare Dale, I could have been in big trouble! Delighted you liked it.
You are a wise man. And I was delighted to read it.
Hibernating sounds wonderful about now. You painted a wonderful word picture.
Indeed it does! Thanks, Mimi.
Nicely done, Keith. it all works.
I started with 146. It’s hard to skinny stories down by a third.
Thanks, Bill. That’s what I like about FriFics, most pieces need shrinking and it’s a great way to stretch your creative mind.
Right. I am always surprised by the number of word I do no need.
Well done. An evocative rendition of the time of year.
Thanks so much, Sandra.
Dear Keith,
Once more you delight with verse, voice and graphics. (Nice way to sneak in a few extra words 😉 )
Shalom,
Rochelle
It’s so kind of you to say so, Rochelle. Seems I got away with it then!
Nicely done
Thanks so much, Vartika.
A great piece that describes the changing season. The natural world is robust and capable most of the time, even the smallest of creatures has a winter plan.
Absolutely so James. Thanks so much.
A lovely poem. I’m glad you brought it out of storage for us!
I’m pleased you found it worth the wait Ali! Thank you.
Love the capture from Dale! In the place we lived before, we also had a stack of wood for the winter, but not THIS high:)
Actually, am back here to ask you a favor. I think it was your blog who had once a climbing ivy in your post.
For the painting I am doing now, I need a view of this – how it actually looks like. If it is your blog, please give me the perma link of your post? Thank you in advance, Emille (Jesh)
Hi Jesh, I’ve just gone through my posts for the last year and I can’t find one featuring climbing ivy, so I don’t think it was mine, sorry!
Thanks for checking – I appreciate it!
you did it again. simply brilliant.
You say the nicest things! Thanks plaridel.
Beautiful !
Thanks so much, Laurie.
Wonderful poem enveloping the reader in each line.
I’m very happy it’s time had arrived to be revealed.
Great write, Keith.
Isadora 😎
That’s so kind of you, thanks, Isadora.
How clever, what a brilliant wintery poem, that was first class!!
Thanks for your kind words, much appreciated.
Wow, what a lovely winter poem. Very well penned! 🙂
Thank you Brenda.
I felt I could use another layer of clothes as I read this! Keith, how beautifully rich with sensations, as autumn fades into winter. Thank you for (accidentally) completing the poem, the last stanza being as indispensable as the rest. Thankful to have read this!
pax,
dora
Thanks so much for your kind words Dora, brrrr!
Move over Robert Frost…..well done
…I often find dversepoets.com a nice site to contribute to.
Praise indeed! Just checked out dverse and it looks interesting. Thanks, Ain.
Love it! Well done for saving it for so long.
I knew it would come in useful one day! Many thanks.
Beautiful! You caught the melancholy and beauty of the season.
Thanks so much.
Such a beautiful word picture of the season, Keith.
The last three lines made me smile!
A very appropriate take on the prompt, Keith, and very suitable for the season. I’ve seen quite a number of shimmering shafts of sunlight, shooting through naked trees today, as I walked in my local wood.
Beautiful poem, Keith. I do enjoy the crisp mornings, but hate the shorter amount of sunlight.