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
Beautiful poem with superb skyline.
ReplyDeletesmiles...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.
ReplyDeleteYou have delicately done it again in sights and words.
ReplyDelete"Air cold and silver" -- that's what winter air feels like, put in words. Excellent, and a lovely picture.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem and gorgeous photo!
ReplyDeleteAwesome poem with lots of good imagery.Your poems go along well with your photos.
ReplyDeleteBoth the photo and poem are breathtaking. I will have to read that several times. Love the language and imagery.
ReplyDeleteWonderful combination of poem and really amazing picture. I could almost feel the frost and the drama.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem! And that photo is so beautiful.
ReplyDelete"Every living being
ReplyDeleteNow frozen still
And wide-eye alert
Silhouettes and shadows
Inked in place"
Now, that, I see, and hear, and smell, and taste.
You really do paint pictures with your words.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, your photo is absolutely awesome!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photo, and a lovely poem. Very inspiring.
ReplyDeleteJust gorgeous. :)
ReplyDeleteMakes me hate hunting season.
ReplyDeleteThe photo and your word images are gorgeous, though.