End Of Autumn
The white-disc moon of daylight hours
hides briefly behind clouds whose showers
sprinkle drops of silver rain that glint
as sunshine slants again
across the land.
Through spiders' webs of crystal laces
peep holly’s bright red, berry faces.
Their glossy leaves sharp-pointed splinters
prod days of autumn into winter’s
frosty hand.
An old poem presented for Toads' Open Link Monday, as I thought it needed an airing!
beautifully detailed images.
ReplyDeleteJinksy, this is one of my faves of yours. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteAll the lovely details of the season.
ReplyDeleteThe sunlight slanting is especially lovely. k.
ReplyDeleteIt's beautiful! I love the rich imagery.
ReplyDeleteI like the changing of seasons from autumn to winter ~ We got our first frost already ~
ReplyDeleteLovely share ~
Oh, I like this very much! Nice rhythm and rhyme. Beautiful imagery.
ReplyDeletelovely rhyme... I feel winter's approach in my bones.
ReplyDeleteAs impressive as the rhyme sceme is, the visual evocation is even better. Great imagery here.
ReplyDeleteGlad you brought this out and dusted off the cobwebs.lol.
ReplyDeleteCareful observation turned into beautifully crafted words.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteI'm dazzled by the gorgeous view :D
Through spiders' webs of crystal laces
ReplyDeletepeep holly’s bright red, berry faces.
Just so darn sweet! Love it, you make winter seem wonderful :)
Thank you for the 'airing,' Jinksy. We see that minus any snow every winter in our front year. Our Holley tree berries have reddened just the last couple of weeks here.
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I'm glad you've aired it. Beautiful!
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