The Wintering Sky

By Melkur

Fri, 18 Jan 2013
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Horizon bruises into black and blue,
Battered by the turning of the seasons,
The harsh patterns of the coming solstice.

A time of sacrifice, of old things dying,
Even as they are renewed in the phoenix
Flame of change and decay.

Certificate U
Poem
East Highland Gothic
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Highhat on
I like your nature poems Melkur.

Submitted by ScoZen on
Very nice. I liked this line "...Horizon bruises into black and blue..."
ScoZen

Submitted by steve_elliott04 on
A great, vivid opening; the first stanza stood out on first read. However, after a few more, I find the ending intriguing too. The bigger things can often be said in the fewest words, as you have done here. Nicely done! Steve