A Soliloquy to Nature

A Soliloquy to Nature

 

 

 

 

December draws to a close.

Long shadows of evening

stretch across

the frozen ground.

 

The crow and blackbird perch

  lofty heights of stoic trees,

their piercing caws

 ubiquitously heard  

 

A soliloquy

to nature.

Reviews

[Lorry]

And perfect timing Kelly, as the world outside turns into an ice skating rink and leaves us all wobbling, sliding and slipping along like Bambi on stilettos....
Which brings me to my next point.
I think I've been staring at my screen for too long, because I actually thought the picture that goes with the words was of a single large red stiletto, upside down. Do you see it? 😃

[Kelly Scheppers]

Lol, you're right, it does!! That's some observation skills you have, my friend! Thanks, Lorry!

[Soren]

Beautiful as a literal image cast in winter. Chilling as a metaphor for death with the mention of December's close, shadows of evening and the crow. The ending of the poem as a soliloquy to nature also a reference to nature's cycle in birth and death. Brilliant!

[Laz K.]

to a discerning eye, every scene, every moment can be poetic.

[Kelly Scheppers]

So true, Laz! Thank you!

[Re-Pete]

if anyone deserves one it's mother nature. you've certainly taken the edge off the frigid weather we've been having. nice escape as you remind of those strong, fearless birds still doing their thing. this made me think of what my muse thoreau wrote, "One must maintain a little bit of summer, even in the middle of winter." not everything slumbers in winter. wonderful poetry that totes nature and speaks to the soul as well it should.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thanks, Pete! Hey, who's your pick for the Superbowl?

[Re-Pete]

that's a tough call. of course the patriots are out. i haven't watched much football this year or followed things as i'm usually out on long walks with milo at gametimes and with the patriots having a such a bad year i lost interest.

[Sami Khalil]

Picture and poem are awesome
I like how it stretched my imagination.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you most kindly, Sami!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome kindly.

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh yes, the caw of a crow can be heard far and wide! December conjures up so many memories. As the year closes, a new one takes its place....and that is comforting. Lovely words, Kelly. Lydi**

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, Lydi! Hope the new year holds great promise for you!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I think I hear them now. The owls have grown quiet and mysterious. We have Great Horned owls and Redtail Hawks living nearby and Canada geese that fly over every morning and evening. I love to watch them all. I like crows too but the ones I encounter are usually in town perched on a lamp post scolding shoppers. Great poem. I enjoyed.

[Kelly Scheppers]

It must be quite a scene to see, the hawks and the geese flying over every day. They are majestic in flight, aren't they? I wish I had a lawn chair to watch! Thank you, Fabian!

[red93]

Into January 2025 with a Fabulous New Piece by The Mistress of Minimalism. Suitably bleak and almost like Shakespeare in its fine imagery. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you most kindly, Tony! Always a pleasure to have you here!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Beautiful piece...I like the feeling the second stanza gives me with the stoic trees and piercing caws ubiquitously heard....great wording there. Your writing is always so expressive and full of life, even when you are speaking of death and frozen winters.
j.

[Kelly Scheppers]

A compliment and review I shall treasure! Thank you, J!

[MCS]

What a delicate ode to winter. Well done my friend!

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your presence is deeply appreciated. Thank you, Mary. Warm wishes to you in Canada!

[MCS]

Thank you for those kind words. Happy New Year to you and your loved ones.