Sunday, 19 January 2014

Winter


Cirrus veiled,
she wears her halo
as La Luna,
neath her,
neath her hazy filtered light,
stark silhouette      stands
his limbs outreaching,
he blacker than this frigid night.

Silhouette bears
the bitter brunt of winter,   
wears its coat
on bark and boughs and branches,
white wrought and crystalline.

Neath him,
his roots give him iron anchor,
anchor him to terra firma,
and here he shall stand,
stand the cold  of winter
until spring begs he bud again.

Anna o]

Björn at dVerse has us writing of trees – love those luscious things!

I feel a bit guilty entering here as I haven’t read all others responses to Thursdays prompt – as yet..  Mega – but mega- problems with PC continue – the constant need to reboot same and router and that the keyboard appears to have developed a very strong-willed life of its own are driving me nuts!

A click to dVerse from blog list took over two minutes to load - same problem when clicking onto links – hence visiting others is taking time and typing comments does too.  So apologies are due!

Image: Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons


Erm, just previewed and  I don't know where the white background hails from...

24 comments:

Mary said...

I really like the strong images in your poem. Hope you get your computer issues solved...I don't know what I would do without mine.

Martin said...

Deeply rooted in earth of perception, unfolding poetic frostwork flowers (we say "Eisblumen").

Brian Miller said...

you know it is that foundation that matters most...roots dug deep...that will allow him to see that next season...

hope those PC issues clear up for you soon anna

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wonderful, Anna. I know how pesky these tech problems are - hope they resolve for you soon.

Grace said...

I love that ending verse ~ The trees here are remarkable even in the harsh winter ~ We all wait for spring ~

Hubby bought a new router & got new laptops when our computer connections were slowly dying ~ Hope this will be solved soon ~

Björn said...

I love the trees in winter.. the knowledge that sometimes death is not final... really a lovely entry...

Hope your PC problems gets solved... seem to be a theme tonight... myself I'm kind of a geek so I have several spread around the house... and in worse case I use my phone..

kelvin s.m. said...

...and hope he'll stand strong until the next season come soon... on the other note, like Bjorn, phone is way better a companion in times when pc glitches occur... smiles...

Claudia said...

wearing the coat of winter and roots dug deep in the ground and the waiting for the budding call... really a wonderful painted image...the magnolia in my garden already thinks she heard that budding call...way too early...ugh... i need to tell her it is not yet time...

miskmask said...

Deeply rooted in mystery! Lovely poem.

kaykuala said...

Deeply rooted in its elements. It must understand it is not time yet! Nicely Anna! Hopefully things will turn normal

Hank

Ronald Shields said...

anna, I really love that ending verse...my sympathy for your pc problems...please don't fret over reading my poem.
ron

hannah said...

"neath", is beneath or underneath?
Never come across that word before. Poetic?

wears its coat on bark and boughs and branches, white wrought and crystalline.

My favourite line.

coalkissedlips said...

I love the way this poem read. You have such great images written in there. Deep roots is what keeps trees and us standing strong.

Hope your PC problems are resolved soon.

Gabriella said...

I find that the trees stand out more in winter and thus we are more aware of them.
Wishing you all the best with your PC issues.

Jenny Woolf said...

Sorry about the PC problems. But a super poem. One has to be steadfast to endure winter.

ds said...

Beautiful. Thank you.

^.^ said...

Love every entry of yours ... Always, cat

One A Day Tech said...

Deep poem! Following!

MorningAJ said...

I love the repetition here. I have a thing about repeating words. I hate it in prose - because they 'chime' in your head and get in the way. But in poetry they can be used to great effect. As you have.

grapeling said...

well observed, Anna ~

Victoria said...

Anna, this is ever so beautiful on all levels.The photo itself sets it up so well.

Bodhirose said...

Don't worry, Anna...we all run into these computer problems sooner or later.

So beautiful...your words and that lacy, icy photo. Trees are so good at waiting through the winter until warmth arrives again...

Stafford Ray said...

Not often I read a poem twice, not for meaning, but just to enjoy the words. X

howanxious said...

"Until the spring begs he bud again"- Wonderful.
I loved the imagery. The roots strengthening the tree to bear the atrocity of winters. Great. Well-penned.
-HA