After the Snow

Cherry

By marandina

Fri, 26 Jan 2024
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After the Snow

Sun sets over a sylvan skyline,

birdsong fades on bare boughs,

vulpine tracks of hunting paths,

life crawls post Yuletide sprawl.

 

January glints grey after snow,

hours creep, linger at twilight,

winter shadows form at dusk,

nights of fire and ancient songs. 

 

Light dances on alabaster sheets,

rolling mist cloaks arcane hills,

breath fogs in the cold of night,

deer sounds and rustling bushes.

 

Dreams of spring for warmer days

as darkness cedes to scintillance,

morning star, coruscation at dawn

heralding a trillion burning candles.

 

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Comments

Submitted by Turlough on

Good stuff Paul. I love the optimism that comes with the melting of snow. 

Bring on the trillion burning candles,

Turlough

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks for reading, Turlough. The Sun could manage a trillion candles inside it, I think. Although the bulbs at Tesco might not be as big as I thought.. 

 

Submitted by Turlough on

This makes me want to mention the book A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini. A cracking eye-opener of a novel which I've just finished reading again and which overlaps just a little with what I've been writing recently myself. However, I would never suggest that my stuff comes anywhere near the high standard of Khaled Hosseini's.

Turlough

Submitted by marandina on

Sounds well worth looking up. Not someone I am familiar with but always open to new authors. 

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

A beautiful tribute to this season. I particularly enjoyed the final verse. We had a little hint of warmer days today.

 

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks, Jane. It's been warmer last few days and it's lovely when the Sun comes out. I think we are all more desperate for the arrival of spring than usual. 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Much there of the time of year, especially on brighter days. We've just been out in the countryside with the late afternoon shadows and glinting sunshine (which may form into a poem soon!)

The stars of the clear night well protrayed too. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks Rhiannon. Looking forward to your latest poem already :) 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Made me feel very cold - brr! We had sunshine here too, but it seems to have got colder again. the light has definitely changed though - I can see February now!. Thank you for this chilly but beautiful poem Marandina

 

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks insert. It's been through a few iterations but the trillion candles finale it was in the end. I'm looking forward to February too after the 735 days of January. My month of birth incoming *sigh*

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

you have so many different words for light! The whole poem sparkles :0)

 

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks for looking in, Di. Always a pleasure to attract a read and comment from a consummate poet like yourself. This started out as a two-verse short about bleak winter but ended as a journey to spring. I think that's where we all want to go right now. 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Not a "consummate poet"! Not even summat!

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

A beautiful description of transition Paul. Loved that third stanza, but your whole poem captures a winter's scene perfectly.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by marandina on

Ah thanks Jenny. As much as I adore winter (and I do) I think it's time to move on now with the next season. Spring beckons.. 

 

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks for the cherries, ABCeds. Much appreciated :) 

 

Submitted by celticman on

we are the candles and the candle-holders 

 

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks for reading, CM. You have seen the light. 

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

I love your use of language Paul - creating the imagery, of our cold January, the words rustling and foreshadowing the return of spring.

Dougie Moody

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks for reading, Dougie. The seasons often bring the creative out of us. Spring isn't so far away now.