Monday, 19 December 2011

Winter Feasts

Stripped bare
By autumns theft,
Skeletal now
Her frigid branches
To touch the warmth
Of rising Sol.

Dormouse, dormant
Curled deep
In winters sleep
Scratched out by
Hungry Fox.

Opportunist he,
He watches waiting
As Redbreast bobs
Through evergreen
Seasons berries.

And distracted by
Her luscious feast of
Rich red rubies
Becomes easy fare
On his winter table.

Jingle Poetry at Gooseberry Gardens prompt is:  Snow, December, Winter Vacations and Wildness.

Also posted re The Poetry Pantry # 80 at Poets United.

I must admit to being lazy and greatly slightly unprepared for Christmas, hence I have taken the easy way out and stolen an earlier (written in May)  post from t’other much neglected blog (Puzzelicious).

Merry Christmas folks!

Anna :o]


Frances Garrood said...

Writing poems is so much more interesting than "getting ready for Christmas" (whatever that means. Well, I guess it means what I'm not doing now). Lovely poem. Thank you!

ADDY said...

Merry Christmas to you too. Have a good one!

NorthernTeacher said...

A haiku for you, Anna. All the best

Expectation seeds
Hope, ever optimistic
New Year then new spring

Muhammad Israr said...

merry xmas... have anice time... and never mind..i read it again with renewed vigour :)

Anonymouse said...

And Merry Christmas to you and your family Anna, this is a beautiful poem :-)

Kit Courteney said...

Delightful, whenever written.

Merry Christmas, Anna :)

Marbles in My Pocket said...

It's the thought that counts, not when you had it! (I just added that last part--pretty clever, I'm thinkin!) Nicely done, Anna!

Gigi Ann said...

I really liked this poem. Very descriptive of winter and the winter activities of the sly fox.

Summer said...

you write well.


Mehlynn said...

"autumn's theft" sure made me smile that phrase

happy gooseberry day!!

Jingle Poetry At The Gooseberry Garden said...

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Anonymous said...

interesting reflection on the concept of eat-&-be-eaten

Bar None Publishing Group said...

Happy Holidays!

anthonynorth said...

A great seasonal poem.

Luke Prater said...

This is beautifully penned. Some real poetry here

Brian Miller said...

nice...lovely set the scene well...and at least he died content eh? merry christmas to you.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Thank you so much for your kind comments folks and I sincerely hope you have a superb Christmas!

Anna :o]

Dave King said...

A real joy to read. It has done as much to put me in the Christmas mood (whatever that is) as anything yet this time around. Lovely. Particularly fine: the last stanza.

Nicholas V. said...

A lovely encapsulation of moments in the life (and death) of winter. Wonderful imagery in this one, Anna.
Best wishes for wonderful Christmas!

Morning said...

beautiful entry, thrilled to see you share.


Hilary said...

Hi Anna .. love the poem - describes Winter and this time of year wonderfully well .. so it's Mr Fox who's been getting the pigeons? .. I hope there aren't any robins in the hedges.

Have a very happy and merry seasonal break .. and a successful 2012 - cheers Hilary

Mary Mansfield said...

Quite a vivid picture you've created in this poem. Merry Christmas to you!

Claudia said...

merry christmas to you as well anna..a wonderful and rich winter snapshot..

Victoria said...

I love this winter picture you paint and the reality of wildlife survival during the difficult days of lack.

Kim Nelson said...

I love this, Anna. It is tightly woven and evocative of so many traditional winter scenes. Surprised you actually penned it in May... funny!

Timoteo said...

This is lovely, Anna (but not so much for the Robin!)

All best from your hairy man, Timoteo!

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Thanks for your very welcome comments folks.

Have a brilliant Christmas!

Anna :o]

Dave King said...

Another read and it's even better.
All the blessings of the season to you and yours.

oldegg said...

What a beautiful poem reflecting the season and natures response to it. OK, I was a little peeved that the Robin succumbed to the wily fox but in the heat of Christmas in Australia it is lovely to be reminded of my earlier years in the UK. Happy Christmas and thank you for your visit to the start of my adventure with Io.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Cheers Dave and oldegg!

It's nearly that time (Christmas dinner!)...

Anna :o]

Ursula said...

My daughter is experimenting with her first English winter after a lifetime in Australia. Your poignant poem suits our mood her in sunny Sydney as we Christmas without her.

Light the fire and enjoy your Christmas dinner! :-)

Bar None Publishing Group said...

This is a lovely poem regardless of the time of year.
Merry Christmas!

amira said...

merry Christmast !
and i must say, this one is a deep poem :)
keep writing

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Thank you for your kind comments Ursula, Mark and amira.

Anna :o]