Winter Hammers A Frost-Iron Shield

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ice
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since 2003-05-17

Posts 3404
Pennsylvania

0 posted 2005-11-24 12:13 PM

When beings detach,
Become lose in the world,
And winter blows-over
Burrow and home;
It's then there is time
To engage and inlist-
A portrait of poems
With a brush of new words,

Words like leaves,
Caught in a draft
That rise and skitter,
Roughly across
Our snow covered dreams-
Some catching
On mind-drifts;
On landing-anchoring,
Lines of an earth-pretty poem.
*
After false drops,
After long delays, of months
Of days- the lead curtain crashes
Down
Upon the artists stage,

Attempting to crush actors,
Scratching dirt, for last suppers-
Using their bodies
For storage of strength-

Boreal-animals:
On the playbill, I'm family
My name alongside
Winter spenders
Of torpid states;
To they and I
The earths insists,
We now take longer rests:

Fat-

Skunks fall asleep in community-
Bears are groggy,
But men of soil
Stay awake longer,
Writing out  poems
As daylight shrinks,
And night expands-
Without  worry,
About tasks we face
On the coming of morning

Because
Winter hammers
A frost-iron shield
To fend against
Bodies overworking.

We (Animals-humans)
Whose work is seasonal,
Cannot prevail
Against the armor of  nature.

So we put away picks,
And spades, and claws-
When tools are refused,
By the earths hardened mail;

We dance,
To natural-heavenly rhythms,
In time with the songs of the earth;
To the music that's sometimes hidden,
In pains of hard-but good work;
To songs of pleasure of comfort we take
When were given the steps of long rest.

[This message has been edited by ice (11-25-2005 07:46 AM).]

Martie

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Member Empyrean

since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

1 posted 2005-11-24 12:20 PM

Ford

May your time of rest be filled with the warm comfort of hearth and homed love. I never thought of this forced quiet time for those who tend gardens. Of course here in so cal, it isn't the same. Have a lovely Thanksgiving!

I forgot to say that soon it will be time for the ice fishing lover. And for me this:
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OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

2 posted 2005-11-24 03:44 PM

Thank you ice and Martie both, for the magical time spent in your beautiful worlds.

- A South African Owl

lofreq
Junior Member

since 2005-11-26

Posts 11
Pa

3 posted 2005-11-26 10:05 PM

Ahh yes , the gray season is almost upon us.....is it spring yet ?
Cool poem Pops..........just wish it were a springtime one lol

Enchantress
Member Empyrean

since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

4 posted 2005-11-26 10:12 PM

Wonderful writing Ford!
Love this closing stanza...
"We dance,
To natural-heavenly rhythms,
In time with the songs of the earth;
To the music that's sometimes hidden,
In pains of hard-but good work;
To songs of pleasure of comfort we take
When were given the steps of long rest."

Of course you have your ice-fishing to look forward too.
And as for me? I'll keep the fire stoked.
Hugs~Nancy

~ Trace my body with your words..
in doing so, you touch my heart ~

iliana
Member Patricius

since 2003-12-05

Posts 13434
USA

5 posted 2005-11-26 11:34 PM

Since I grew up on a farm, I understand this well....'course, it would make sense even if I hadn't. I love your work, Ford. *hugs*........jo

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