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!

[Michael Sun Bear]

I really like this, you could be describing the world I see from my tiny deck. I too have been writing of winter, of birds. Also, that’s a great photo! Thanks Kelly. I have just discovered your writing and will definitely read more of your work.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, Michael. Me too, of you! I am deeply flattered by your candor.

[Amy R]

It captures the essence of a moment of stillness before the transition into a new season, metaphorically representing life’s cycles.

Very nice poem.. another meaningful poem.
-Amy

[Kelly Scheppers]

So kind of you to say. Thank you, Amy.

[Amy R]

You're welcome 🤗

[Writergurl]

I could just see this now, this is wonderful.
I like your writing style.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I'm always thrilled to gain a new reader! Thank you, and welcome!

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem for nature dear Kelly. Here in Michigan. Cold and very quiet.
"and the moon,
the moon shall be our champion
a beacon of light that dances upon
the Delilah in my hair."
I need to dance by the sea and worship the stars. I did like the above lines. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Kelly Scheppers]

Those lines you quoted are from my latest poem, of which you left me a lovely comment. I am flattered you enjoyed both! Thank you, John!

[Coyote Poetry]

I love your work dear Kelly. And you are welcome.

[D. Mansfield]

The piercing caws of blackbirds, that paints a vi I'd picture in anyone's eyes

[Kelly Scheppers]

I was able to get a video of them the other day, flying from trees to rooftops, their piercing caws trumpeting their arrival. No wonder Poe wrote of them. Magnificent creatures they are!

[D. Mansfield]

Yes they are. I live on a farm in kansas, glacial hills, beautiful country, and 4-5 tomes since I've been here, large flixks of migrating? Black birds, a little smaller but amazing, decend on the corn fields after harvest. When disturbed they all move as one, in these waving , gyrating, swooping patterns. Amd they are everywhere. I haven't been quick enough with my camera to catch them.As I drive up the road but it's a sight to see you reminded me of it.Thank you

[D. Mansfield]

Sorry about all the typos., I have a "stupid phone"

[Kelly Scheppers]

Lol, I know, there are certain words they just won't allow us to use! Take care!

[Dara]

As we close another year, a new one begins. I love your ode to Mother Nature and the beauty winter can bring. (This is especially fitting for North Carolina because we finally received a bit of snow.)
Kelly, your words literally float off the page resembling fluffy white snowflakes falling from the sky. Just a beautiful write!

[Kelly Scheppers]

It fascinates me, the mere falling of those tiny flakes could result into such mass accumulations. And so silently, they fall. Thank you, Dara!

[Dara]

They are so pretty coming down. Luckily the snow usually just sticks around long enough to have fun with. :-)

[andrew mitchell]

This is like a photograph in writing capturing the imagery so well. Very nice Kelly, very nice.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thanks so much, Andrew! I really appreciate that!

[Vol]

Kelly,
I think I read you live in San Diego... I didn't know it got that cold there, but it does not really matter, your description is a lovely piece of art. I can hear the crow echo in the thin, cold air. Some poems are like polished gems, pretty to look at, to hold and admire, then take them out again once in a while to reread them, and see it sparks the same internal juices as a kiss.
Vol

[Kelly Scheppers]

I was born and raised on the east coast, and some of my writing reflects that, especially the winter season. I always go through my older stuff, just to feel what I felt in writing it. It's like visiting an old friend. The time and the momentum comes rushing back. Thanks, Vol!

[Vol]

Kelly,
Something happened when I wasn't looking... I got old and have way more memories of past lives I've lived this time around than I have left to make...As long as I am alive the things I did, the things that made me, live too.
Vol

[Stella Armour]

i love those haunting long shadows of evening, the stoic trees so still and unfazed by the cold.
People seldom think about the birds in winter and where they are, but these two up in the naked branches make me think of Edgar Allan Poe ... ..

[Kelly Scheppers]

The crow and blackbird are truly the sentinels of nature. A little nod to Edgar Allan Poe seems so appropriate. Thank you, Stella!

[Stella Armour]

You are welcome Kelly .. :)

[An owl on the moon]

What a beautiful and evocative piece, Kelly! Your imagery captures the stark beauty of winter’s end so vividly. The crows and blackbirds, perched in stoic trees, feel like nature’s sentinels, their calls echoing the season’s soliloquy. Lovely work!

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you most kindly, Craig! Good to have your presence here!