"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Breathing Ornaments

The trees used to be full of wings
rustling as leaves in a summer storm.
Language chirped from limbs strong
enough to hold murder and flock.

When autumn stripped the echo
from branches, an exodus dimmed
the sun until goodbye ceased its calling.

Now winter beards the forest with snow
and cardinals sit breathing ornaments
decorating barren limbs with crimson.

In this season of waiting brave throats
fill frozen air with music warming faith
spring is gathering feathers to arrive
when ice surrenders to budding.  

Susie Clevenger 2014

(photo credit: Steve took it via photopin cc)


Kerry O'Connor said...

This is just beautiful, Susie. A sight I would love to see one day.

Vandana Sharma said...

Even the cold winter is beautiful with chirps of these winged beings:)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Visually stunning, Susie. The red cardinal against the snow.....I love "spring is gathering feathers....."

Laura said...

so beautiful Susie.

Ginny Brannan said...

This is breathtaking! Your word choice? Perfection!

Lisa A. Williams said...

What a lovely poem!

Viv@Thoughts from the Desktop said...

Beautiful words and image the red against the white perfect...

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