After many days
after many days
of darkness and muted light
the dripping rain stopped
this morning woke cold
startled by birdsong and sun
lighting the glass panes
like pink ribbons left
to float on an aqua pool
by careless summer
the morning sky was
filled with rose tendrils of cloud
breathing in and out
breaths that bring the warm
memory of summer back
to winter's longing
of darkness and muted light
the dripping rain stopped
this morning woke cold
startled by birdsong and sun
lighting the glass panes
like pink ribbons left
to float on an aqua pool
by careless summer
the morning sky was
filled with rose tendrils of cloud
breathing in and out
breaths that bring the warm
memory of summer back
to winter's longing
posted by MB at 12:02 PM
16 Comments:
rose tendrils of cloud/breathing in and out... I can see this dawn, beautiful xo
MB-- This is just spectacular. Each haiku perfect, and together absolutely beautiful. So well done.
my day dawned with those pink, rose, coral and sheer blue tendrils and ribbons. it was great to have the sun again, and even greater still to have it echoed in your poem. thanks -- snowsparkle
I don't know how to explain this, but I really think I've found another kindred spirit on this blog. This morning, I got up early after many days, and saw what you did this morning. Your words express it as clear as I saw the sunrise through the window this morning!
Another nice one, MB. A small point - I wish you didn't have to repeat the word(s) "breath/breathe" in the last two stanzas. Unfortunately at the moment I can't quite think of a better way to do it.
Lovely.
With each word I seemed to fall deeper and deeper in love with this. Your use of imagery is absolutely astounding. Your poetry is breathtaking. Thank you.
what everyone else has said, MB. Thank you.
MB,
Nice images in this one. It flows well. Sorry about not coming over as much as I should. You know...work, having to sleep sometimes...
Happy New Year.
careless summer.
yes.
Which is why I love winter, a hard, challenging love. Summer is heedless and breaks.
Thank you.
Brenda, that you can see it, is high praise indeed. Thank you.
RD, thanks. I'm very glad you enjoyed it.
Snowsparkle, it IS great to have the sun again. I love the rain, and the clouds, but after a few days I'm more than ready to have sun again.
Mermaid, so you had one, too! It's a lovely kind of morning.
Gilbert, as usual, your eye is astute. You caught one of 3 things that bother me in this. The other two I'll maybe leave for you to guess, if you like.
Dale, thank you. And thanks for taking the time to stop by.
Frankie, you are indeed a lover of nature!
Mary, no, thank YOU.
Firehawk, how nice to see you here! What, you have to work and sleep?? You mean there's a real world out there to be reckoned with?! Thanks for visiting when you can, it's appreciated.
Zhoen, there is much I love about winter. But come the second half, I get itchy.
Such airy images, with freedom and flow.
Does what poetry should- gives breath to the ineffable.
Simply wonderful!
I really like the way this poem flows, beautiful.
Marco
David, thank you. "Give breath to the ineffable" - surely something to aspire to!
Anna, mille grazie. Thank you for stopping by.
Marco, welcome! I'm glad you enjoyed the poem, thank you. I'll visit you soon.
Di niente, Moose :) I always enjoy reading your poetry.
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