at the edge of crimson
where burnt melds orange to red
along an avenue of giants, fed by spring
stayed now in state, the blackening of forest
while winter white grace laden, awaits
it is the waning of November, final pause of an autumn's light
that leaves but dream of you - crystal, a place, of
suspended sleep, and I do praying long - for
suspended sleep, and I do praying long - for
an immortals melt foreseen
a tempered moment, awakening moss green - streams
flowing where once I fell so deep...into promise, its love,
its mortal blind need of this...blissful
consummation, vital, its arousal of all (once)
crimson and you - its,
your life giving
kiss...
bkmackenzie
2010
Magpie Tales #41
its mortal blind need of this...blissful
consummation, vital, its arousal of all (once)
crimson and you - its,
your life giving
kiss...
bkmackenzie
2010
Magpie Tales #41
That is really lovely. I was just driving down my street today and I noticed the sugar maples and pear trees holding out, their crown of flaming glory. It might reach freezing tonight and I fear winter is just a few days away. This winter I will write, read, sleep and dream of all that your lovely verses suggest.
ReplyDeletethank you Kristen, what a lovely compliment...yes, dream...that is winters calling....let us all dream of things beautiful....bkm
ReplyDeleteComplex and contrasted, layered with images, reading this was almost like having that dream in my own head. I truly enjoy your craft--'the blackening of forest..' paints the starkness of the nude branches, 'while winter white grace laden' will cover them and transform them...just a magical image.
ReplyDeleteThank you Hedgewitch for your wonder comments...that is how I saw it and am happy you saw that way also....blessings...bkm
ReplyDeletePoem of many colors, I dream of you, too. I am in Texas now, and the colors still linger, before colorlessness enfolds the landscape, and all will be seen is the sky in royal Texas blue.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, my pleasure to be sure.
First day of white here, the color has disappeared until spring - your poem sings a special view of a lovely dream.
ReplyDeletewow. nice tranformational poem...nice flow and easy to see the magic of it...
ReplyDeletethank you Annell, Tumblewords and Brian...your comments mean much and with the seasons turning...there is available now many colors to write about....blessings..bkm
ReplyDelete"The waning of November" and in such beautiful colors; I could see all of it. Lovely piece. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteSo delightfully complex despite its relative simplicity. Calls up all the images of winter ... the dreamscape of winter ... just lovely. There's always a special grace about your work. Thank you for sharing this. Good Magpie.
ReplyDeleteYour words blaze colour in my head...
ReplyDeleteAs we venture into a snowy crystal colored winter on Oregon's High Desert your wintry words resonate. I so enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteThank you
ReplyDeleteds..Jamie, Cad and Helen...love all your comments and cherish them...thank you...for stopping by...bkm
Your use of colors in this is exemplary it sets the mood so well!
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful, brimming with color and mood, and the changing season. Lovely, bkm.
ReplyDeletethis is just gorgeous..and that kiss..ahhh
ReplyDeleteThanks Amanda, Sherry and Rene... had the vision of the forest, naked just before the first snow fall ...glad you liked it...bkm
ReplyDeleteGorgeous, simple yet the complexity of the piece is elaborate in your images. Well done.
ReplyDeleteAnd those are colors I like!! And with wordplay like yours, I felt like devouring it all!! The fiery forests, the floating leaves, the flaked drizzle.. everything!
ReplyDeletePerfect for this time of the year!
Sexy. Wonderful November-ish thoughts and imagery.
ReplyDeleteI can only say to you Bkm that you have truly taken my breath away!!!! :-)
ReplyDeletegreat imagery!
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ReplyDeleteI love seeing that header of yours, it sets the tone for the poetry to come,, often warm intimate, sensual and gracious, this poem has many layers hidden within each element, the earthly element, the spiritual, and the layers of the human consciousness from wakefulness to sleep and interconnection between them all.
Joanny
Thanks for the comment and have a lovely Thanksgiving as well.
what a beautiful piece! i love the smooth flow and great imagery of your words, bkm. bravo!
ReplyDeletebeautiful and dreamy--caught between fall and winter--longing for that which is lost or just not near--great magpie!
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