brittle light
brittle light
Oct 12, 2016

...and the snowbirds flee

crystal morning
sunshine bounces
footsteps crackle

November clouds pounce
a snowflake licks my nose
I think my dog laughs

early winter
fauna are fat, flora, thin
come springtime, not so

ample harvest
root cellar is stuffed
tasty winter

snowflakes
smitten with the wind, twirl
tiny ballerinas

snow fences
a wobbly charm of their own;
a dancing grandma

silence of snow
muffled night
the fire roars

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

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Region, Country: upstate New York USA, USA

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Esker

Esker

8 years 6 months ago

a different voice from U Brittle Light
I greatly like the word use
and characterizations
personifications in this poem

November is a great change
from the long haul of
the warm weather...

"my dog laughs"

my dog a chinese shar pei
(forty four pounder)
loves the snow
and when I take her
for walks
she smiles!

I know its a smile
Grandma dances...

the youthful exhuberance
for the new weather
enlivens us all

Thank U!

Mr Esker!

brittle light

crisp and taut...like Haiku?

these three line stanzas are a group of independent pieces, with a common theme
I didn't use the word "Haiku" of Senryu" because I tire of explaining that the 5-7-5- rule is not, and never was, written in stone. I think it was made up to teach children about syllables, but I'm sure it was not codified by authentic "Haiku-ists".

I like absurdity and/or the ludicrous surprise of seemingly non-sequiturs that, in fact, do have a connection to rationality, if only very tenuously...that's where the Ah! Ha's! and slow grins come from...the obvious can't do that.

anyway...thanks, as always, for your thoughts.