Daydreams Of a Warmer Kind

Beyond the blackened silhouettes

of conifers and English oaks,

lie lakes of sunrise in the sky.

A blend of hues in red and gold

spread wide their welcome morning glow.

An upper window looks below

on frost that's caked the shrubs in cold

and bold the barrow's sturdy frame,

half filled with frozen winter rain,

awaits a slow and tardy thaw.

Soon vapour trails appear in pink,

like ski tracks left in open snow

and thoughts of travel spring to mind,

of beaches, heat in hotter climes

and daydreams of a warmer kind.

Reviews

[syzygy]

Beautiful! Your poetry is like a still-life, encapsulating the beauty of things in one particular moment. I think I said it before, but: downright transcendental.

I particularly like the triple near-rhyme at the end, something a little bit Robert Frosty about it (I think I'm hearing woods are lovely, dark, and deep/keep/sleep), but that mind/climes slant keeps it fresh.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks syzygy for your thoughtful and generous review. I appreciate your visit.

Chris

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A lovely lilting, poetic descriptive piece that provides a strong image of the view to the reader. Writen in flowing meter ands rhyme.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks for your review John. Your thoughts are appreciated.

Chris

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

It is like a Rockefeller painting put into eloquent words.
A beautiful poem to war the soul.

[Chris Shaw]

Your visit is much appreciated Dale. Thank you so much.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

again, your imagery is so strong....summer will come again, we are almost sure of it...even though winter seems not to want to loosen its grip...
spring is "slow and tardy" this year....
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Jacob for your response. Your thoughts always appreciated.

Chris