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WinterSoul

WinterSoul
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Mornings infused with autumn now,
vestiges of night cling damply
in dawn -light glow...
... birdsong echoes in hollow rings
through thin pale mist
curling down the ever-green hills...
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Just beyond her kitchen window
a tree fern stands
like a one legged triffid
thick moss adorns his southern side
- still damp with early morning dew...
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Strange days, she thought
- sweeping rain
heavy showers
scattered sun
gusting winds
- four seasons in one...
... and she pondered plastics
and pollution and polar shifts...
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Winter in Queensland was going to be cold
She could feel it in her soul...
It made her feel older
than her 58 years old.
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SharonleeGoodhand 2019

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I really like the imagery, the look at one season as it's anticipating another. "Birdsong echoes in hollow rings" is beautiful and a good play on words, since rings, by definition, are hollow. You got me looking up a new word: triffid! What a fun word. The poem has a feel of being between somewhere very concrete and very abstract, as if imagining the coming winter like a polar shift. A world we know that might become something transformed, and not necessarily for the better. Interesting juxtapositions. Welcome to Neopoet, Sharonlee!

I am terribly sorry I didn't reply to your comment, I somehow became lost in life and am just finding way to a more balanced harmony.
Oddly enough, it's around the same time as year as when I wrote and posted this... just one year 11 months later... and almost winter again.

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