The first sparkling flakes
zip, zig and zag before landing
with soft velvet slippers
atop the last pink flowers,
a’drowse in the fading light.
“Is it time?” sigh the flowers.
“It’s time,” nod the clouds.
The first few flakes
melt, and more follow,
spiraling silently,
a sugar plum ballet
of six-sided crystals.
“Is it time?” sigh the flowers.
“It’s time,” nod the clouds.
Time to fold,
time to fall,
time to follow
the leaves toward the
first dance of winter.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Nearly winter now, the solstice is a few days away. Time to fold away our autumn thoughts and think wintry ones here, in this hemisphere. For those of you mid-spring, I think of you and appreciate your photos in the blogosphere. Have a magical week this dwindling December day!
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I love how you’ve taken me to the land of snow. Thanks for reading.
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Thanks for stopping by the land of snow. 🙂
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lovely! ❤
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Thanks!
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I have mixed reactions about the last blooms, folding up and sprinkling petals upon the ground. I liked the ballet shoes and sugar plum fairy (pink flowers) reference, Brenda.
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Yes, the last flowers of the summer that meet the autumn snow bravely, they speak to our hearts, don’t they?
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Fabulously fairy! I feel like dancing in velvet slippers! 😀 xo
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Woo-hoo! Dance away!
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It certainly is time! I really like that, the idea of the flowers and clouds communicating together that it’s time…. such a beautiful thought, and most probably true! 🙂
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Thanks, Suzy.
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This stanza dances delicately on my tongue, “spiraling silently,
a sugar plum ballet
of six-sided crystals.”
I love how you’ve taken me to the land of snow. We get cold here in south Louisiana, but rare snow. I have to experience it through images and poems. Thanks.
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The first few snows are always so magical. The kids light up and ask about sledding. My daughter loves the snow. I love my snowblower! 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed this. Thanks for reading.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
WONDERFUL WALTZING WORDS ABOUT WILTING AT WINTERTIME! WOW. 🙂
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LOL Hold ’em or fold ’em. That’s Autumn for you.
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Kenny Rogers would be proud…!
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Ah, yes. The change of the seasons, affecting us all in one way or another. Beautiful poem.
Wishing you a happy Christmas, Brenda.
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Thanks, and to you and yours, Cynthia!
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Lovely post! ❤
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Thank you!
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Fantabulous!
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Thanks!
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yes, it is time. but don’t put those pink dancing slippers up too high in the closet. before you know it, we’ll be needing them again.
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I can’t believe it’s December, must less nearly January!
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resignation to mother nature’s law! xxx
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Yes, there’s danger in being a fall bloomer. 🙂
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there is danger in everything!!
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It’s always such a sad, beautiful time. You capture it very nicely. Thank you.
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Yes, sad, but winter has its beauty.
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