Summer Light Through Winter's Window

The magic of nature was the muse of this short free verse poem. Written on a very early train ride quite a number of years ago.

Fierce gold and worldly warmth beyond my frozen

Absolute moves fast and mute, and in perfect magnificent square.

A stationary motion and constant clack, all white, forever absent

Night only conceivable by its soaking of the leaves, glistening

In the summer light

Half extended arm held strong by feeble grip to leave the 

Scentless heather blinking in constant for still it waits the touch.

Full flight life in ruby skies and emerald shrubs in silent waltz call the Gods

In laughter rich in its accompanying noiselessness,

Which resonate around the panes of season. 

Reviews

[keith]

the imagery ... the flow
reminiscent of olde skool free verse
an easy read for the unbound mind
this is note worthy

[B.A. Radiant]

I needed to read it twice. I think I focused too much on finding the rhythm. I read it again and the imagery leapt from the screen. Beautiful.

[Tom Float]

Yes rhythm I will admit is an aspect of poetry I need to work on, but again, thank you so much for taking the time to share your thoughts. It's greatly appreciated.

[SSKaitlyn]

It's a tad choppy in flow but the imagery is gorgeous and easy to picture. All in all a lovely piece, and you should be proud.

[Tom Float]

Yes I do agree. Flow is something I will shamefully admit I sacrificed a little to keep what is shown in terms of imagery. Thank you taking the time to tell me what you thought, I shall certainly read some of your work soon :)