Excuse me, Winter, Won’t you please come to tea With the rustling wind And yellow, red, falling leaves? And when you leave, Go giving a present– A beautiful flower Or butterfly pendant. But please be swift. The tea will be cooling In the night wind. With Love, Sincerely, Autumn _______________________________________________________________________________ For Enoch’s bio and more [...]
the hand of winter stretched out his grey gloves and poured snow out of his pitcher it fell upon the world in cold numbing waves it washed away all the colors of fall — it beat back my favorite lilies into the hand of white dust like people are prone to beat one another into [...]
I watched as the white of snow starched the earth clean of sins — like the Savior washed me white by his blood. It seemed a stark contrast of his shedding white for red and the earth shedding scarlet for white, but I think He favors the irony just as much as we do. I [...]
I watched the world around me; winter swallowed me in snow — the skies were somber and grey. Only a cardinal pierced the scene of melancholy waves that washed their newness upon the earth with the promise of renewed hope. As the pains of yesterday were taken from the land in ivory tears, I was [...]
I’ve had enough of deserts, Wish to shed my summer clothes And wear my long-forgotten woolen, warming winter robes. Want mittened hands, and beating Round my body in the cold To ward off frost, to hover over heat and hearth and coals. Want stockinged feet, and booted, Want the crunch and whine of snow, Want [...]
No devil-watered blackberries, Whose succulence is long past anyway, Since Winter’s chill blew down the collar of the wood, Swept clean the dell and dingle, copse and field. Sweep clean the dell and dingle, halt the yield, Hibernia’s onset blast! Freeze crop and crud! They’ll shiver in a gasp of shorter days And doff their [...]
It’s here I pause with each December, where the snow-trimmed walls of timeworn brick align beneath the windowsill and winter’s bare limbs bend beneath a delicate and fine glossing of frost. It’s here I garner all my thoughts of months gone past, beside the sheers and yellow paisley chair. A woolen shawl, a pearl and [...]
Cayuga Lake’s asleep again, ice-locked at her edges. Dressed once more in shreds of white, organza, wispy curls across her skin- beauty lying deeper than her dreams. Denise and I would skate when we were girls, flying toward each other till we met and locking hands would spin in dizzy circles, laughter pealing bright in [...]
Fallow soil, windblown, is a rigid latticework Pressed hard against patchwork fields etched with snow. A river, drawn amblingly, God’s Hancock doodle, Flows its cursive way across the whole. Jealous of its motion, frozen lakes and ponds Lie low and sullen in their teardrop bowls. ______________________________________________________________ More from Jonathon here and here.
I cannot kick a mound of maple leaves or see a pumpkin peeking from the vine before the frost and not remember hills where summer laid her green. A distant line of poplars gleams like curtains made of coins; it shakes at passing clouds. And everywhere the magpie hops, I see another sign of hawthorns [...]