Tuesday, November 15, 2011

i will not see frost

i have nothing
to give - a book or a plate
nothing of value even
in thought or cupped tea - a red bird minds
its own business
sharing not more than given
the days timing is all off
and when the wind appears to soften
it is only lying - there are wet stones
to walk and leaves that still require dying
the season is not over - i will
not see frost tonight

copyrighted 2011


  1. oh this will be a classic right here! lovely work!!!

  2. Very complete poem, even though it has a wide and untrammeled field to work with in so few words. An inevitable feel to the progression here. "..leaves that still require dying..' gives an almost shuttered feel, the seasons, getting on with their tasks, not giving anything away.

  3. the fall/winter cusp is my fav time of year.. I like how you gave it so much life in so few words.

  4. It is a sort of waiting time....love how you captured that point in the slow ending of a season....hope all is going well for you Bkm...the frost will come soon enough....it seems time just goes by toooo fast sometimes.

  5. wet stones
    to walk and leaves that still require dying...intriguing and leaves open space for all kind of interpretations.

  6. This is perfect, bkm. So much evoked in so few lines. Thank you.

  7. an intriguing write... i think of an off-day, when its neither here nor there

  8. sometimes we need nothing to give...just being there in that moment and even realising some things still need to die...

  9. for me this feels like a stand of thoughts
    what 'is'
    lovely and quiet

  10. also, i always enjoy hearing from you
    thank you ~

  11. Beautiful... the last two lines are so powerful.

  12. Waiting and doing nothing are very hard but are what we all need much more of in our lives, IMHO

  13. Beautiful depiction of a November autumn.

    For me it is reminiscent of Robert Frost:

    The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.

  14. Barbara, you will not see frost tonight. OK. But the greater loss will be the frost's, who will not see YOU tonight!
    Steve E

  15. you have so much to give, starting with your words here, such a treasure! i think this is my first time at your place and I love my visit!

  16. This is hauntingly evocative. And "the leaves that still require dying" is magnificent.

  17. Dear BKM

    Its such a lovely verse ... waiting for the winter to come but then how can it be... when...
    'it is only lying - there are wet stones
    to walk and leaves that still require dying'
    ... made me wait all the more for winter...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya

  18. You never cease to astound me with your complex yet so simple words. Peaceful rhythm that I love

  19. 2nd time at reading this...I enjoyed this but I do not know why..lyrical...wonderfully crafted!

  20. I haven't read through every poem in your oeuvre, but of all the poems that I have read of yours - this is my favorite. It's deceivingly simple, and oh so wonderful to read aloud. Now a touchstone poem for me - thank you for sharing this.

  21. A beautiful and fitting description of my favourite season. Great economy of language and a deep response to the not quite departure of summer. I love it.

  22. I agree with Sam. You too are reducing your poetry to its bones. Exceptional!

  23. Thanks for all the great comments and compliments I am so appreciative of everyones input...thank you ...bkm

  24. there are wet stones
    to walk and leaves that still require dying

    what're very strong here, Barbara, are the descriptive passages, esp. on nature. This piece wends it's way like a late Autumn day quite beautifully.

    (btw are you entering our Creative Challenge on the theme of 'Change'? Deadline is Sunday 5pm EST)