Black and White Survival.

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By Ed Crane

Wed, 29 Nov 2023
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12 comments
 

 

Skeletal against a cold-hearted sky.

The gold flown on south-storm winds.

Birds that choose to remain no longer

have a hideout amongst green friends

offering insect harvests in their palms.

 

Exposed to frigid view, avian visitors

abandon their perches except to signal

warnings to ambitious neighbours.

 

A time of slim pickings on searches

between sodden blades of grass.

Endured in the hope they’ll live to see

pregnant buds birth emerald once more.

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

There is a beauty in the coldness and stillness you portray, and those skeletal trees and the avian survivors give something to think about! Rhiannon

 

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Bleak and beautiful Ed, thank you

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

With the mist here today, bleak is defintely the word :(

 

Submitted by Turlough on

Reading your evocative words has made me shiver.

I pity those avian visitors, but I suppose they know what they're doing.

Turlough

Submitted by Ed Crane on

I hope they know what they are doing I want to see them back in the spring.

The Magpies and Jackdaws are still around. 

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

This evocative poem is our Facebook and X Pick of the Day! Please do share if you enjoy it too.

Submitted by Ed Crane on

That is a surprise, thank you so much!laugh

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

It's also our Poem of the Week. Congratulations!

Submitted by Ed Crane on

(Almost)wink

thanks once again for a bigger surprise

 

Submitted by celticman on

yes, we live in hope. 

 

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