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Fields of Winter
In fields of winter's season - wavers brittle grass;
fading shades of green surrender to autumn's last
Dew's frozen crystals form a thin layered frost,
beneath spread blanket, lasting tinges pay the cost
Snowflakes start steadily adrift in willy-nilly fall;
shimmered brightness of sprinkled dust covering all
grassy blades sway and bow to amassing weight from high;
prompting dance with gloomy images cast from the sky
Shadows merge on the ground, foretelling impending dread;
dark billowed stormy clouds loom closely overhead
Outpour approaching, holds shudders from winter's breeze,
enfolding cold ensues, leaving no doubt of pending freeze
Roar of nature's bellows rages in mighty force,
frenzied tempest's deluge follows in duly course
Torrents of blinding snow surges in the blaring gales;
winter's frigid thrashing winds furiously wails
Barren trees tip to breeze along field's bordered edge;
blown swash of icy swirl covers the surrounding hedge
Viewed across veiled scapes in white, standing grasses few;
starting with a sprinkled dust, comes long past winter due
© C.E.Vance
Snowflakes start steadily
Snowflakes start steadily adrift in willy-nilly fall;
shimmered brightness of sprinkled dust covering all
grassy blades sway and bow to amassing weight from high;
prompting dance with gloomy images cast from the sky
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Once again, thank you. I just
Once again, thank you. I just closed my eyes and imagined this one.
Oh wow! Can't say any more -
Oh wow! Can't say any more - speachless X.
Thank you for the wonderful
Thank you for the wonderful compliment. I'm glad you found this pleasing.
Poet Passing
I just heard from Bishu that C.E. Vance has died. Carl will be missed, and while his legacy lives in the poems he left to us, this poem has new sorrowful and wonderful connotations now. - Stella L. Crews (allets)
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