Of Rime and Reason

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Written for Write at the Merge, Week 45, using the following prompt:
“The third day comes a frost, a killing frost.” William Shakespeare

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Trifecta blog banner3 currentAnd for Trifecta:  to use the third definition of CRAFT (noun)

1 :  skill in planning, making, or executing :  dexterity
2 a :  an occupation or trade requiring manual dexterity or artistic skill <the carpenter’s craft> <the craft of writing plays> <crafts such as pottery, carpentry, and sewing>
b plural :  articles made by craftspeople
3 :  skill in deceiving to gain an end <used craft and guile to close the deal>

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Autumn’s on my stoop,
I brush the golden leaves aside, clearing
Pathways – unencumbered egress
To steps and yard beyond;
While barometric bones bode ill
Of coming chill.

Swishing, sloshing, crunching
Though crimson tapestry-covered grass.
Seemingly ungrateful steps,
(erasing verdant vibes of
Well-tended, summer carpet),
Stomping on my frisbee field.

Sweeping, raking, blowing;
Finally, giving in
To burgeoning, blustering onslaught:
A thousand once-green leaves,
now falling, vibrant (though near their end),
‘neath maple, oak, and elm bared branches.

Sensing, hearing, feeling
The under-crunch of hardening blades.
Sun-grilled days dissolve
Fade to black-chilled nights,
That taunt and tease
At nature’s wintry door.

A lone, ice crystal finds a fragile blade,
With craft, the killing frost runs
Rampant o’er the rosebuds
Rime reposing thin as icy dew,
Strewing far and wide,
Its frigid sheet.

Though baby grass can thrive
Beneath the freeze. Yet flowers wilt,
Surrendering their bloom and blush;
Hanging limp and lifeless,
Drooping low on sun-spent boughs;
Fallen victims.

Autumn’s on my stoop,
I brush the golden leaves aside, clearing
Pathways – unencumbered egress
To steps and yard beyond;
While barometric bones bode ill
Of coming chill.

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22 thoughts on “Of Rime and Reason

  1. pratibha

    Beautiful imagery. I enjoyed the rhythm and flow. The image of a lone ice crystal craftily finding a fragile grass blade floored me.

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  2. KymmInBarcelona

    Such a lovely poem, Joanne. I find it fascinating how different yet complimentary your post is with Kelly’s. As if you started in a similar place but went down different paths.
    loved your frisbee field!

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  3. atrm61

    What a beauty this is-loved so many things about this -“barometric bones”-indeed!”Stomping on my frisbee field.”-so cool! “Sun-grilled days dissolve”-what rich imagery!Joanne,you definitely rocked this one-I envy your writing prowess and you my friend are definitely getting my vote:-)

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