Bring me
13
Feathers of a songbird murdered
12
Broken promises weathered by ice
11
Frozen bubbles caught in the snow’s demise
10
Shattered branches sheared below
9
Blunt blades of dead autumn grass
8
Empty acorns buried deep in hunger
7
Drowsy blood-filled mosquitoes woken by the equinox
6
Maple leaves turned to mud in decay
5
Fenders crooked by darkened deceit
4
Mittens lost and forgotten
3
Plastic bags wind cast that strangle
2
Leather boots chewed and ravaged by salt
then
Bring me
1
Vanished winter.
∞
Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something mysterious and spooky! Your poem could be about something that is mysterious and spooky in a bad way, or mysterious and spooky in a good way. Or just the everyday, mysterious, spooky quality of being alive.
30 Poems in 30 Days
All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck
I’m glad this bird’s life was not entirely in vain – perhaps it would appreciate being part of your poetic expression of winter’s end. ♥
Truly. One thing seems for certain: a little “blood” seems to necessarily be spilled with each seasonal transition. There are few innocents in Mother Nature’s eyes, I think.