Friday, November 11, 2011

Brrrr

The trees aren't bare though leaves have gone
their latest duds revealed at dawn
the crows that come from everywhere
though leaves have gone the trees aren't bare.

Long limbs are bowed beneath the weight
as ebon bodies congregate
a murder found a new abode
beneath the weight long limbs are bowed.

The coldness comes before we know
and with it frozen mounds of snow
the chilling call of ravens numbs
before we know, the coldness comes.

14 comments:

  1. Bob,

    I felt shivery while reading your poem. So realistic, since I personally observe my garden trees with a sadness at this time of the year.
    I guess that you have had snow already?? I dread our snow fall being anything like the past two years. The UK does not do minor/extreme weather situations very well!!!

    Have a good weekend Bob,
    Warmest wishes, Eileen :)

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  2. perfect winter poem - right from the title!

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  3. Your poem is very good, love the use of the word 'murder.' Um...really like the poem, but your blog name is inaccurate!

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  4. I like this, Bob. :-)

    A 'murder of crows' is one of my favourite collective nouns. I love that you included a reference to it in this poem.

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  5. Hey everyone, thanks for commenting.

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  6. Well done. A chilly read........

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  7. Indeed it is numbing cold ~

    Nice to meet you~

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  8. an have the effect of warming or childing
    you crafted this well

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  9. Anonymous6:32 PM

    Wonderful imagery, beautiful words and so well done, you took me into the chill and cold. Thank you!

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  10. The crows were very loud this morning, it gave me caws to pause ;^)

    Thanks everybody!

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  11. I love using heavy boughs, murder and crows~ Well Done...the weight of winter will be upon us soon~

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  12. Anonymous11:49 AM

    Like the message and the rhyme Nice write.

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