Winter Vesper

Final November PAD challenge. 

For today’s prompt, write a disappearing poem. Simple as that.

Chicory, Queen Ann’s lace, goldenrod

Slumber in garden’s beneath winter’s sod

Fence-row and ditches are gilded with ghosts

Reeds, rigid remnants of summer’s grand hosts

Beneath a blanket of winter’s foray

Spring-summer-autumn have rendered their lay

Over a ghost-town of fair, florid field

Tumbles an ocean of echoing yield

Sparkle of laughter fills flicker of flake

Sea-song canticle sweeps dusk’s frozen lake

Where day dips early beneath the skyline

Vesper of yesterday fingers stripped vine

The color-wheel of season-reel is white

Beneath an eon of silver starlight

Orange-gold flicker of candle and hearth

Warms our winter-scape like a post-card

Chicory, Queen Ann’s lace, goldenrod

Have disappeared to a cradle of sod

Blow, winter wonder for each breath you take

Sings to a garden that soon will awake

© Janet Martin