NaPoWriMo #17: A Winter greeting.
Hello Winter;
don’t think I don’t see you there,
loitering,
waiting for the final leaves to fall in Autumn’s farewell.
You creep your mist over our garden at night,
fogging our windows and stopping our breath in our throats.
I know you are arriving, Winter,
as the heavy clouds darken and the honey days shorten,
the light leaving us in favour of balmier destinations,
and night, your loyal accomplice, lingering ever longer.
Hello winter,
I am trying to greet you like a friend,
to invite you in for steaming soup and crusty bread,
to curl up with you under a blanket to watch a movie,
but you make it so hard to be welcoming
when you curl your icy fingers around my ankles
and turn my lips blue
with your kiss.
The garden seems crystalline. All colour is muted; pastel shades of green and blue reminiscent of impressionist paintings. Even the trees are glittery, as though each leaf has been dipped in silver and rolled in dew. The garden is an ice carving, and it shines in the hush of the early morning air.
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The second of the forgotten scribblings I found amongst my Year 11 marking.
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Clouds gather, hungry as wolves. The sky is a sullen bruise, and the wind strides angrily amongst the trees. Their trunks hold firm, but the branches whip through the air, panic stricken.
The storm is upon us, and the light runs for cover.
The air is dark and wet and triumphant.
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Quick scribbles I jotted down, lost, and then rediscovered amongst my Year 11 marking.
#1.
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Assignment three in Lineanongrata’s e-course was surprisingly challenging for me. Working as I do in graphite pencils and heavy rendering, I though the brief of creating a twilight garden scene, with all the drifting light and falling shadows, would be a cinch.
But no! This lady has such a knack of stretching us when we need to be stretched, and as such I produced three works that are all totally different, both from each other and my usual style.
There were two big limbs I wanted to go out on this year. This checked the first off my list; at the same time it has sprouted a shiny, new, green sapling onto my tree of dreams.
Hooray for new plans! Stay tuned!
This is not my photo, but it is so worth reblogging. What a shot!
treeroots:
After The Storm
Sequoia National Park.
By Ben H.
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas!
…though all the Sicilians keep telling me this is unlikely.
Still, from our house we can see Mt. Etna, and she has snow all over her highest peaks, so I keep hoping.
Until today! Today, my friends, is glorious sunshine and 26 degrees. To put that in a bit of perspective, across the other side of the world, in Melbourne today it is also glorious sunshine and 26 degrees. But it’s summer.
How odd! Like a little taste of my Aussie summer to come!
