Ephemeral, the silent snow
drifts in shallow winter wind
distinct hexagonal feathery flakes
tumble like opaline dice
over frozen baize lawns
and rooftops of tile and slate
the night gloam has been dispelled
in its place a glistening silver glow
has taken root
floating upwards
toward the heavens.
Thanks for taking the time to read my poem today. I hope you enjoyed it
What are your thoughts on snow? Let me know in the comments..
Take It Easy,
Paul
Cheeks burning
from snowflake kisses
frozen tears trapped
like salty rock pools
this is joy painting my face
at the wonder of winter.
I hope you have enjoyed your weekend, I definitely have. I can’t believe in two weeks Santa will have done his years work!
Thanks for stopping by and reading the advent calendar.
Merry December 11th
Paul
Frosted rooftops glinting
in the lazy low winter sun
tiny footprints of the blackbird
stand frozen in time
if only for a moment
the chimneys sigh
giving the milky blue sky
its only clouds for the day
the stillness feels safe
the stillness feels peaceful
the stillness feels hopeful.
I can’t believe it’s already December 10th. Only two more weeks worth of poems in this years advent calendar. Have you had chance to read many of the collection so far?
Have a fantastically festive weekend,
Paul
It feels like a book
you say confidently
weighing the present in your hands
and when you unwrap
down the seam of the sticky tape
there’s joy in your face
reflected
in the framed photo staring back
you take pause
smiling in memory
and you pick up the next gift
obviously a Toblerone.
Thanks for taking the time to read my poem. I hope you enjoyed it.
Do you try to guess what’s under the paper?
Let me know in the comments.
Take It Easy,
Paul
Snow is falling
it’s cold enough to settle
at minus 1 on the mercury
but it doesn’t stop
the brass band on the corner
playing classic carols
for all to enjoy
I find myself singing along
to The Holly and The Ivy
and it feels like Christmas
in my soul.
Thanks for reading the poem for day 7 of the Advent Calendar of Poems.
What’s your favourite classic carol?
Let me know in the comments…
Paul
Nostalgia enters on the chirrup of a wren
and the first cord of wham on the radio
it’s only a matter of time before the tree
goes up and grows baubles and lights
as smiles widen on our faces
we’ll go for a woodland walk
hand in hand, glove in glove
maybe pick up some pinecones
as a memento
then later under December’s full moon
sip our hot chocolates
sending warmth into the air.
Thanks for dropping in to read today’s poem. I hope the start of you week has gone well.
How does nostalgia for Christmas hit you?
Let me know in the comments…
Take It Easy
Paul
Holly berries gleam
in the bewitching winter blue-light
ruby red and alive
held tightly in the arms
of emerald flames burning darkly
all along the hedgerow
reminding passers-by
to live with passion
and warmth.
Thanks for stopping by to check out day 4 of the Advent Calendar of Poems I’m creating.
I hope you’re enjoying the weekend so far…
Take It Easy,
Paul
Matchstick struck
smoulder of smoke
candle burning brightly
memories triggered by scents
of orange, cinnamon, pine
dance in rhythmic flame -
and I lose myself
- willingly
until the last wisp of wax
has burned away.
Thanks for reading day 3 of the advent calendar of poems. I hope your December is going well.
Let me know what you’re up to in the comments…
In the meantime, take it easy.
Paul
Marble clouds of mottled pearl and pewter
roll seamlessly across the sky
lost in the tilt
of the turning world
I am just one
- of the many spectators below
still breathed and silent
staring upwards
wistful for a simpler times.
Thanks for reading ‘Spectators’. Inspiration came for this poem during a recent forest stay. We all revert back to watching the natural world, when the digital juggernaut of social media becomes overwhelming.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it.
Thanks for reading,
Paul
Bare branches lay still
frozen in the murk of the mist
a gloom of grey blankets the world
that even the luminescence of street lamps
offer only obscurity
and it seems that the day is destined
to be lived in a monochromatic mire
- until -
a flicker on the horizon
soft-focused flame of white
fluttering on a breeze of its own making
white warms to the copper
copper burns to crimson
the firebird has returned
melting wintry melancholy
with its presence.
Welcome to day 1 of my Advent Calendar of poetry for 2022. I hope you enjoy the poems I’ll be sharing over the next 24 days.
Please let me know any thoughts or comments you may have below…
I hope you have a wonderful December.
Thanks for reading,
Paul
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