The breath of dead man winter’s
Swirling vapors of the frozen -
Forging dendrites in the splinters,
Bringing rains, the rivers run.
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Felt I was right there with you, thanks to the imagery and detail and I chose to stay with you. Nature is full of wonder - worth the wandering. I like the fact that you used a book as a source. I like to do that.
I enjoyed this write. In every time there is a season. Some seasons bring not so good and others more beauty.....I liked your ending. Take care.
I like the language in this poem and the theme of a delicate transformation hence the title 'Butterfly', which I love in irony to fact that the language in this poem is so heavy. Beautiful =D ~x~Sarah~x~
Slendid rite Sir! I can only assume such beauty yet you have painted the perfect picture......
Splendid! Kelly your butterfly took me a long journey and I am not tired. What a lovely creature.They are very lucky as in their world no wars.
very well written with great flow of words and excellent images. cecil
My favorite passage in this poem is: Along those swollen banks we stroll, To take account of winter’s toll - Eviscerated, but his ghostly grip still lingers In the frost that splits the soil. What marvellous description! It reminds me of Ted Hughes, and I mean that as a sincere compliment! Overall though, a poem of regeneration and hope.
'little nests defying carnage' - Wonderful imagery! How seemingly insignificant, yet how strong they are in the face of a determined season's tempest.
excellent, wandering with you midst the harmony and disharmony of nature, musical and sonorous tones that would join with Frost