Sharing with The Sunday Muse #252.
Come, this anniversary of the winter nap
where the soft soil warms like stone
And the summer bears a rolling fealty
Weeping thunder above the ice
Shearing sleep from breathless bones.
Right now, I'm seriously behind on a draft for an early summer festival and struggling. Poetry might thin on the ground right now...but who can pass up the white wolf in the forest?
-- Chrissa
Chrissa, this is beautiful ... glad you could not resist this guardian spirit.
ReplyDelete"Shearing sheep from breathless bones' Wow!
ReplyDelete“Weeping thunder above the ice” - beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWow Chrissa, wow! Love it.
ReplyDeleteBravo! Nice one.
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
Much💜love
Beautifully done 💞
ReplyDeleteI have never seen the shearing of sheep.
ReplyDeleteI love the winter naps, nice in the poem, sounds inviting.
Sounds like you might be working for a city or county
and responsible for its seasonal festival. My son worked
for the city of LaPorte (TX) and was in charge of the Halloween
Festival, his favorite was the haunted house. Oh yes, was
with the parks department.
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