IN THE PARK

Cherry

By Alice Hamilton

Mon, 12 Nov 2018
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In February, as winter drew to a close, I posted IN THE GARDEN, a poem in haiku form. Now it is November - time for another winter and another poem.

 

 

No cherry blossom.   

No long days. No harvest moon. 

Time stands still. Winter. 

 

O sycamore tree,

Where are your green, fan-like leaves?

Underfoot, red gold.

 

In a holly bush 

Blackbirds flutter and squabble—

They crave bright berries.

 

Silver-grey water,

Gently rippling river. Calm.

Tomorrow? Who knows? 

 

Grey squirrels racing, 

Helter-skelter in the trees—

Playing tag is fun.

 

Fragrant white jasmine, 

Thin stems, tiny leaves. Beware! 

Its fruit is toxic. 

 

No frost on the grass,  

No dazzling sunrise today. 

Stark beauty. Winter. 

 
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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I think you've summed up all of nature at this time of the year perfectly in this poem.

Each stanza stands on its own beautifully, but together they're magical.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Alice Hamilton on

Thank you! A walk in Kew Gardens was my inspiration. 

 

Submitted by HarryC on

My favourite time of year - after spring, summer and autumn. smiley

Submitted by Alice Hamilton on

Thank you for commenting. I like winter as much as the other seasons ... as long as I can keep warm.

 

Submitted by Yutka on

Nature becomes alive in your poem, the images are vivid and beautiful. I especially like the "stark beauty" at the end. Says all.

 

Submitted by Alice Hamilton on

Thank you for your positive comments. Much appreciated!

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

A beautiful collection of little gems. Well done.

Luigi x

 

Submitted by Alice Hamilton on

Thank you very much! I have not written anything for a while. The response to this poem is encouraging.