Holidays' Journey*
Rattle tagging twigs, branches
Tumbling twisted trunks
Loose from
Crispy flippin leaves...
Down, down
Strewn on dewed ground.
Crunch, step...
Step, crunch.
Pathing past shallow,
Hollow stumps
Deep into meadow morning
Swarms,
Swimming sunlight, cold light
Crinkling
Swift, tinseled silvers,
Silencing slices of
Fall...calling...calling.
Beckoning yellow, mellowing
Brown towns of Winter...
Winning, creeping, sleeping
Spring,
Crouching, slouching on
Fern torched porches.
We wait. Frosted windows
Funnel firelight upon
Holidays...glazed icing days...
Delights of hearth, friends, home.
Elysabeth Faslund...Poemhunter.com
2007-12-05 05:55:06 · 4 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
A veritable feast of alliteration and imagery. This is , indeed, a great one for the Holidays!
2007-12-05 06:43:23 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
Good for the holidays
2007-12-06 15:13:45 · answer #2 · answered by glamour04111 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Delights indeed. Twasn't me what dewed everywhere...
2007-12-05 07:14:26 · answer #3 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
not bad
2007-12-05 06:04:10 · answer #4 · answered by Red 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋