Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
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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And 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>❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️
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.
Such a lovely look at the season. Thanks for linking up. Don’t forget to vote.
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Such a lush, lovely representation of winter’s approach. I was so wrapped up in your beautiful writing that I had to read it again to find the prompt word. 🙂 Nicely done!
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Just lovely…
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Lovely – We were definitely on the same wavelength this week!
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absolutley – I thought the same thing when I read your emotional piece. Very nice!
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This is such a lovely poem!
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Thanks, Draugh.
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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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Thank you, Pratib
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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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Thanks Kymm…I was thinking the same thing when I read Kelly’s. Autumn is a time of conflicting emotions, and one does clear pathways for oneself, in more ways than one.
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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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Thanks Atreyee. And believe me those bones are a barometer of sorts, especially those that were broken and supposedly healEd😊
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Yes,I agree Joanne-I have one and so has my daughter and it even aches at times with the moon’s changing phase:-)
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This was beautiful. Some see autumn as depressing/death. I prefer your way- to admire the beauty of it (but oh, how glorious spring is when everything wakes up again :))
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Yes…I truly love each season, but especially the fact that they change. There is always something to love and something to anticipate. Thanks, Janna.
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I can feel the fall and winter colliding in this poem. I can hear the crunching of leaves and feel the chill in the air. My favorite time of year. 🙂
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Exactly! And yet tomorrow may be summer-like again, followed by another chilly weekend. That for your comment.
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Well-crafted, with a good flow and rhythm. Beautifully done!
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Thank you, Tina! i appreciate your comments.
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love your poem and it makes me realize all the beauty each season brings us
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Thanks, Ei…Isn’t it ironic that you used ‘Rhyme or Reason’ in the first sentence of your blog. I wrote this title, before I even saw your post! Sisters!
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