Leaves crinkle
Their crunch a soundtrack
To the ending of a season,
A sign of change,
The warning of ends to come
And the promise of a tomorrow
The rebirth and reemergence
Of color in counted days,
Fresh green on the horizon
Of the somber days,
A flicker in the distance
Light promised after the dark
As we trudge through landscapes
Darkened by spirits
And Mother’s mourning
For all those last
From the beginning of the rotation-
Her anger at Father Time
Reciprocated in the whipping winds
And the roaring ocean breeze,
The ice shards hanging precariously
On cliff ledge
As passerby glances up
Dazzled momentarily by the sun’s reflection
Watching with a warm smile
As the water begins to drip,
A sign of warming
A sign of coming thaw-
A breath released,
Damp fog issued forth
Turning all warm blooded creatures
To magical creatures among the wood,
As they trudge on
Towards the next day
With the thought of the dripping ice
Fresh in their mind,
Cracking their own cold hearts
For the moment being.
Katrina Thornley is a nature poet. novelist, and freelance journalist that resides in Rhode Island. She has two poetry collections currently published, a novel, as well as a short story anthology. Her poetry collections "Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature" and "Arcadians: Wooden Mystics" were inspired by a local park and life in her small rural town. You can find them on Amazon now!
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Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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Comments (4)
Beautiful poem!
This was so beautifully written! I loved your poem so much!
A glistening drip of hope, a promise of things to come.
A very enjoyable read. I Like the stress on the impermanence of things.