A long line of Pine, in a winter grove; Warblers dancing on needles
A place to gather words before they get lost.
A long line of Pine, in a winter grove; Warblers dancing on needles
Imagine loneliness on wheels, teetering off balance, as if skating on ice formed after a storm, with its arm outstretched for support, wondering who will be the one to hold you forever?
Day 1 for #AdventPoems24 inspired by 'The Rider' by Naomi Shihab Nye https://poets.org/poem/rider
One single flower endures; sleepy survivor of a long winter
The taste of first snow lands on the tip of the tongue; a shout, like we're young
A wind storm drops limbs; light a fire in the hearth of lost memories
Pencils, made of pine and graphite, stretch the landscape to where poems exist
A slight brush of skin in passing; a tender touch in remembering
Sliced, diced and mashed up; sitting in a dish, alone, the turnip turns cold
A mouthpiece of sound contains a song, blown raspy; broken, withered reeds
A stew of letters, all jumbled up together – poetic weather