Sunday, December 01, 2013

Silhouettes and Shadows




Before the sun glint
The sky a bantam glow
Grays, a cotton quilt,
Air, cold and silver
Bites the tongue 

The bolt down
The familiar surge 
Thunder pop
The firework  of feathers 
Death comes 

Before even the stir 
Of an early morning sigh
Impatient alertness 
In its sights a soft target
Shaking the death
Out of sleep

Every living being 
Now frozen still 
And wide-eye alert
Silhouettes and shadows
Inked in place
Broken only far, far later
With the caw 
Of the ambitious
Careless crow

15 comments:

Bob Bushell said...

Beautiful poem with superb skyline.

Brian Miller said...

smiles...very nice....the cotton quilt sky def is winter to me...its pretty amazing to watch that sky too, never quite the same, yet just as beautiful...ha...even the crow plays a part...smiles.

Granny Annie said...

You have delicately done it again in sights and words.

messymimi said...

"Air cold and silver" -- that's what winter air feels like, put in words. Excellent, and a lovely picture.

sonia a. mascaro said...

Beautiful poem and gorgeous photo!

Red said...

Awesome poem with lots of good imagery.Your poems go along well with your photos.

Aisling said...

Both the photo and poem are breathtaking. I will have to read that several times. Love the language and imagery.

Jenny Woolf said...

Wonderful combination of poem and really amazing picture. I could almost feel the frost and the drama.

Barbara Shallue said...

Wonderful poem! And that photo is so beautiful.

Midlife Roadtripper said...

"Every living being
Now frozen still
And wide-eye alert
Silhouettes and shadows
Inked in place"

Now, that, I see, and hear, and smell, and taste.

Kay said...

You really do paint pictures with your words.

Kay said...

By the way, your photo is absolutely awesome!

Rachel Cotterill said...

Beautiful photo, and a lovely poem. Very inspiring.

Kat said...

Just gorgeous. :)

Pauline said...

Makes me hate hunting season.

The photo and your word images are gorgeous, though.