The sheets of Afterwinter — shatter with splashes thin frosted fingers grasping at the cold extending in an instant melting under the reminder of a summer’s kiss a distant memory a darkened warmth against winter’s shadow that fades pressed by the equinox then grows long flung long through fluttering eyelashes glued with ice of a…
Gone
Gone is winter’s blanket now weathered salt dried perspiration has left its marks broken a step’s front tooth a remnant of hardness kicked down an empty street footballed by father and son between a scratched passing lane split shucked maple wheels flank the wheaten verges of lawns littered with yesterday cellophane wrappers butt hidden habits…
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Does it make sense — really? — to compare any day? Cause — really! — what’s a normal day in May Doesn’t really matter this Canadian spring we get We all know it’s short — and snow in April is wet — But then we get this smokin hot day out of nowhere And I…
Blackbirds Fly
Blackbirds fly from the rusted chimney a talisman of smoke and wings choking my eyes with their stillness while worms walk their wasteland marshalling their parade out of a prison that melts away into memory. Sunshine collides with the clouds forging them into steel tears that baptize our salted corpse and resurrect hope from a…
Thirteen
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…
Writing Snowflakes
whatis it liketo writeSnowflakesout oflife? All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck …. more of my original Poetry on EatsWritesShoots here.
… a Moment
I ski upon the memory of a path upon the snow fallen from the twinkling of stars long ago. I move along the path made glacial and hard by the many boots of men following me. I ascend a terrain which undulates noticeably up when early in my trek it was all downhill. I collect…
Hurricane’s Descent
Through hurricane’s eye Storms the waterfall below Chutes return to sea. All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck See more of others’ submissions to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge on “Atop.” … and more Poetry from EatsWritesShoots here.
Against All Odds
Some things just seem “meant to be.” Sometimes we seek clarification; sometimes we seek answers. We seek direction when we are lost; we seek purpose and meaning. We seek love. And sometimes we seek the things we lose, the things that are most precious to us …. On Saturday night, a week ago, Jess and…
Winter’s Horizon
Icy bed of grass Winter’s silver horizon Life frozen in time.” All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck See more of others’ submissions to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge on “New Horizon.” … and more Poetry from EatsWritesShoots here.
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