Beneath the leaves of autumn's bed,
the grass, still green from summer's tread,
will soon be browned and then decay
to show that winter's on its way
The trees — adorned in icy clothes;
their branches, thin, will freeze in pose,
and at their ends, in wooden fists,
snowballs will form and bend wood wrists
Down in the towns, chimneys will smoke
upon sloped roofs with frosty cloaks,
and forest fawns will plot with friends
to pluck the noses from snowmen!
Comments
Hi, I don't believe I've read
Hi, I don't believe I've read your poetry before, sorry about that. This is a beautiful sonnet, rhymes perfectly. I only wonder why the last line doesn't have an end rhyme. Perhaps therein lies the beauty of it, perfection can be boring. Far better to please the reader with your stunning imagery.
Your Winter is still far away, where I live, in Argentine Patagonia, we're mostly under snow.
I'll return for another read, enjoyed this, all the best, Gracy
Hi Gracy,
Hi Gracy,
Thanks for your very nice comment:)
To address your concern: You're right! It is not a perfect end rhyme, but I did consider it to be approximate enough. Think of pronouncing "friends" as "frens" and "snowmen" as "snowmens," as silly as that may be. Not too far off:)
A good friend I had in the service was from Argentina (or his family was at least). I look forward to reading your work:)
Teddy, thanks for the read
Teddy, thanks for the read and the nice comment! I wish you fluffy snowman hugs:)
Soon!
Hi, Breakinglogic,
As I clapped along with your poem, it certainly seems that you've achieved the iambic tetrameter, but I join the group in claiming to be no expert. Aside from that - what a lovely poem! I am not the biggest fan of winter, but I do enjoy the scene you've given us. Branches with wooden fists - your poetry has come alive!
Thank you!
Lavender
Psssst,
Psssst,
(I am not a fan of the many things that come with winter: rain, having to wear a jacket, overcast skies... but I do enjoy the soft atmosphere, the briskness and the quiet—when the wind is calm—of a fair winter day, especially when the sun is out and about)
Thank you for your nice thoughts:)
My Dear Raffy...
This is a perfect iambec tetrameter. I love the rhyme and that's as perfect as you can get when using near-rhyme. Not the biggest fan of winter, but I could do with an icy hug myself in this heat. Very nice. ~ Gee,
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Gee
Thanks for your thoughts on this:) I am glad to hear you liked this poem! For you I wish an icy embrace minus any wintery complications
I loved the way you have
I loved the way you have painted the picture of approaching winter with your skill...
good experience...
Thank you raj for stopping by
Thank you raj for stopping by and leaving your nice comment:)
This is another
Keatsian blaze of nature. Excellent poem, excellent going here. Look forward to see where you go next.
I too will wait for your next
I too will wait for your next post. I've been feeling one coming for a few weeks but haven't manifested it, yet. Thank you again for your very kind comment!
It's as if you're painting
It's as if you're painting the transition from season to season and it was flawless.
Your imagery is vivid and the rhyming structure consistent. Use of aliteration is great: "and forest fawns will plot with friends "not only does this sound palyful it's also leads us to the whimsical ending.
This line would fit better if you removed the word will. "snowballs will form and bend wood wrists
Perfect rhyme and length and I loved it. Ruby :)