It fell on earth’s
lethargy
A crystalline sash
Held on the
garnet
Of mountain ash
The earth is still
Where autumnal heap
Of russet fleck
And farewells sleep
The scent of Christmas
Begins to fill
Our thoughts with hope
Peace and goodwill
Somewhere above
Earth’s snow-skimmed
bend
Our load of
trouble
Will come to end
But for now
Heaven pleases our sight
As autumn is bedded
In snow tonight
Where laden spruce
And hemlocks sway
And autumn’s girth
Is tucked away
© Janet Martin
Words from the Sunday Whirl: fell, held, still, fill, heap, fleck, skimmed, sway, end, load, scent, sight
Janet, your poem is gorgeous in the vein of R. Frost.
ReplyDeleteElegant and soothing.
Nice! I can see this scene vividly, Janet. No snow yet in this area, but I know it won't be long.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely.
ReplyDelete"Our load of trouble will surely come to an end."
ReplyDeleteI certainly hope so!
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very nice Janet, strong imagery and feel, enjoyed it much.
ReplyDeleteEloquent and lovely.
ReplyDeleteoh, I love this! the image and the words are so nice, both on their own, and together.
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