Frost carpets the fields
sloping to a crinkled sea.
The air,
cotton crisp
as spring leaps in.
Satin crows
descend from a silver sky.
Squabbling, they graze
on chilled dewdrops.
The sunrise,
a red ribbon glow,
warms tall tree trunks
basking in gliding sunlight.
A flame horizon
burns a candy stripe sky
on a tangerine morning.
Just found this. What a great way to share work. So well done.Eamon
ReplyDeleteA wonderful way to access your beautiful work, Maire...
ReplyDeleteIt's always rich and interesting. XX
And a perfect photograph too!
ReplyDeleteWow, Maire, that final stanza is so strong. Lovely writing, as usual. ;-)
ReplyDeleteHi Maire tried to leave a comment, but the site through me out. Lots of beautiful images here. I love the opening line 'frost carpets the fields', and the red ribbon glow really compliments the photo.
ReplyDeleteThis is a really beautiful poem Maire.
Hi Eamon O and Eamon D and Rachael, Barbara, I just checked my blog and found your lovely comments, I really appreciate them, thank you. I will try to visit you all now and see if it works. Maire
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