Golden moon in full bloom
Above a crisp winter's night
Lays a shimmering scarf
On the dark expanse of water.
A mantle of frost draped
Over the floodlit landscape
Covers the shivering trees
With a glistening overcoat.
The sea lovingly wraps a white shawl
Around the shoulders of the beach
As it snuggles ever closer
To the protection of the cliffs.
From within the winter bushland
The call of a lonely morepork,
Advertising itself to the night,
Shatters the icy stillness.
I read and critiqued this poem before, but when the computer froze it ate it. I didn't go back to write another one because I was tainted by my frustration and anger. Without it, though, I love this poem more than I did orginally because I didn't notice quite as many hidden emotions the first read through. Your images are beautiful as are the invoked emotions. There is such a firing passion in this that I can't even begin to describe, but I can tell you it's breathtaking. Thanks for sharing it with me and others.
The images you paint are simply beautiful.