Connection,
reconnection,
lines entwined, aligned.
Squirrels use superhighways, and
information zips sideways.
Talk is the tendency when
winter’s in ascendancy.
Messages zing with arctic air.
Yet, summer’s there
in buds drowsing,
a promise of carousing
when summer’s scent
will rise from each branch, bent
from the memory of
winter’s icy love.
Seasons circle and dance,
hypnotic with romance.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: Are you finding the magic in the season? It’s harder in the winter doldrums, but keep your spirits up, the days are getting longer already! Cast your eyes on a Scottish stone circle formed from the earth’s oldest rock, and you’ll see winter romance, indeed, thanks to Seonaid at breathofgreenair.
Wow, Brenda! I was blown away with thid dynamic interpretation of winter’s impressions. I have a rough draft with “Bare Bones” as a title. I think we “almost all” look at trees, black and stark against gray sky, and ponder how to make a poem about it. (It is in my rough drafts: boring!)
But not you; no, you know how to make a gorgeous and interesting poem with interaction and communication going on!
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Thanks, Robin. I’m just like you. I stare at the bare trees, and think how mysterious they are, what it must be like to spend winter freezing and starving. Even bears get to hide from the bitter winds in a cave. Yet, they are so beautiful. I’ve always loved the dark branches against a sunset. And most of my poems start off boring, too short or too long. A word change here and there, tightening, shortening until it feels done. That’s 90 % of writing. Keep at it, Robin. If you are poet, you can’t do otherwise. Best, Brenda
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Great words and a matching picture. Wonderful! Thank you for sharing.
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Thanks, Cecilia!
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Exactly how it should be Brenda – beautiful and magical words.
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Thanks, Mary!
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We must be connected, both writing poems titled “Connection”! 🙂
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Your poem is wonderful — about the most important connections in life.
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Aw thanks so much Brenda. I am honored by you saying this as I consider you a real poet…not like me! 🙂
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You’re a real poet, too!
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😊
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BRENDA IS MAGIC!
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Thanks, Jonathan! XOXO
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Lovely and lyrical….always enjoy reading your posts. May this new year treat you gently, and shower you with blessings. 🙂
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Thanks, Celia! I appreciate your kind words. May you have a year of surprises and blessings. XOXO
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I think that’s exactly how it should be … I think summer needs its rest.
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Yes, a season of rest is a good way to look at winter. A season of thick blankets and warm breakfasts. Thanks for stopping by!
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Wonderfully created poem, and now off to see that stone circle of which I am so fond 🙂 Have a good day where you are.. Here it is beginning to snow.. at last the temperatures are becoming more normal for this time of year.. It has confused a lot of nature which is bursting into bud way before it should..
Enjoy the rest of your week.. 🙂
Hugs Sue
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Hi Sue, My herbs are finally dormant under a thin layer of snow. I thought we might get to use them right up to February, but winter’s arrived here, too. Hope you have a great weekend up ahead. I’m thinking like a young person with the ability to make Thursday night the beginning of the weekend. 😉 Hugs to you, Brenda
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🙂 I still am picking my rosemary.. all else has died back.. And Thursday works for a weekend for Me LOL. Enjoy xxx
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My rosemary and parsley died back already. We’ve had a long cold-snap, though. The sage still has leaves, but not for long…
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Yes the cold will surly see your sage leaves drop.. And nothing beats having fresh herbs… Have a wonderful weekend Brenda. 🙂 ❤
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Fresh herbs make my soups zing! 🙂
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🙂 they do
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i love your positive approach, and have also thought about the days getting longer already. i am enjoying the beauty of winter, though not so much the driving. i announce on a regular basis, to my carpool, ‘it is almost march!’ )
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We have a long February this year! I hope it’s not one like last year. Fingers crossed. Toes crossed. Heart crossed. Eyes crossed. LOL
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Lovely post, Brenda!
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Thanks, Dina!
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Wonderful cadence and snap, just like a winter morning!
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Yeah! I love your comment, thank you! XOXO
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I feel the magic is like a seed buried beneath the soil and snow. Waiting for its turn. Its time. And when it bursts forth…
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Yes, it’s always there, isn’t it? Even on the coldest day or the darkest night. Thanks for your inspiring comment. XOXO
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Lovely!! And so wonderful to see a post from you again! Yaaaay!! 😊💖😊💖😊💖
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I have been working on picture book MSs. They are such fun! Glad to see your smiles and hearts on my page. XOXOXO
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Oh, how very lovely!! 💖😊💖😊
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I wish I were good at them! LOL
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I’m sure you are 😊
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Thanks for that vote of confidence. I’m off to see my shoulder surgeon. I hope he releases me! It’s feeling much better. I hope you are well.
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Sending love to your shoulder 🌬💕💕💕💕💕
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Thanks!! 🙂 May it open gracefully for the doctor!
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😊😊
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Slam dunk! I got released! Woo-hoo!
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Yaaaaay!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
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