gripping flocculent monochrome thoughts
like grass tuffs in summer
now willing their release,
i know not what will become of me.

coolness of springtime
wearing off inside my palms,
as deep down the warmth of earth corrects right side,
my defeated revered thumbs.

dark corners of the woodlands
beckon hither
my soul hinged upon true light,
sprites leading in delicate whisper
don’t go for fear of what might…

chase winter with abandon,
fragile heart,
much yet to be loved
like melodic hums chasing snowflakes on tips of tongues.

so come old man winter
blazing frosted cool crisp air,
however I am treasured,
stripped tree my protector,
expose of me what you dare.


48 thoughts on “Onward

  1. Lots and lots of feelings awash in this one, Poetess. ‘Tis lovely, truly. We awoke to our first snow this morning. Makes everything beautiful … until Dallas goes outside and makes it messy, ha! Happy Christmas to you and yours!


  2. “….. chasing snowflakes on tips of tongues” Ahhhh… I remember the day. Perhaps it was the very same day I learned that I should never have …”fear of what might.”
    Beautifully written Audrey Dawn… Magnificent pic. Really… nothing more beautiful than a tree standing so proudly… unadorned… against the hues of the winter sky.

    A most beautiful day to you…

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  3. Good to see your name in my inbox, Audrey. Old man winter is gearing up to bring us into the cold. I wish I had your spirit. I’m gonna bundle up tight πŸ™‚

    If I don’t see you again, have wonderful holiday season.


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