Sun-whispers...a Quatrain Cascade Poem

 (we are having our first serious sun-whispers of the season;)

I snitched the first stanza of a poem I wrote last night to try another Cascade poem. Poetic Bloomings is show-casing the cascade form today.

Sun-whispers softly grin

Where winds mutter, blue-cold 

And so this tug-of- war begins

Twixt gray and azure-gold

We long for the kind kiss

Of summer on our skin

And dusty lanes of bare-foot bliss

…sun-whispers softly grin

The dismal monotone

Of woodland's naked fold

Makes a body feel alone

Where winds mutter, blue-cold

Gold puddles warm the earth

Nudging the seed within

The womb of Mother’s nature’s girth

And so this tug-of-war begins

The firmaments declare

Winter is growing old

A duel provokes the air

Twixt gray and azure-gold

© Janet Martin