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The Shroud
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The Shroud |
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EvocativeVerse2 Senior Member
since 2003-09-10
Posts 1279
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The blustery breeze is coming from the northeast, and the gray somber skies this day delineate clearly that summer has come to an end. The final hurrah has been whooped, and fall is fleetly stepping out of the portrait for Old Man Winter has pushed up his tempestuous head. With a whisking, frigid, breath he is chilling my world and I shiver a bit in retort. All the window frames of the house have been covered with a polymerized substance in preparation for what is to come, but alas it seems it was not enough. A sparse draft rustles the curtains of my office even though the window has been caulked shut. Exhausted I try to ignore the mockery of my hard labors and instead I put on another sweater. In the kitchen the teakettle whistles, and languidly I answer the summons. The reverberating sound of the spoon hitting against the side of the mug sounds like a dismissal bell tolling as I stir my morning cup of coffee. Feeling a bit melancholy I look out beyond the glass in the casement as the leading powdered snow begins to fall. Soon a still, frosty, cerecloth covers everything and as I imbibe my coffee I say a final good-bye to my beloved world of greens and browns. "Au revoir ete mon vieux amie." Grievously it's time for this cradle of humanity to slumber. The bear will lie in his cave and oblivious to all doze the winter away, and the denuded shade trees will remain dormant until spring's nurturing temperatures once again force the life giving sap to flow. Everywhere I look it seems the world is bedding down for a long winter's nap, and I close my eyes and say a prayer for my wife who'll never again awaken. A pretentious wind is blowing today, and beneath a white shroud my world it's laid. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
shroud or veil... either do evoke the feeling of coming winter and hide... the things inside.... nicely done... |
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garysgirl 
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Oh Kevin, there is so much written between the lines here, that I don't even know where to begin. This is wonderful writing, Sir Poet. I find myself looking for your writings. It has such a tenderness to it. Thanks for sharing your heart with us.  Hugs  Ethel |
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SharaRose Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2501Somewhere out there~ |
Mourning comes through to me. It makes me want to bake a cake, and drop it by with a smile, and a hello to see how you're doing. Very sweet, and gentle eye for things about to sleep for a season. Lovely!   SharaRose @-->-- Of sound, and speech let all lift the hearer! |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
expressed well,, |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
The changing of seasons can hold meaning far beyond the fall of leaves and snow. I lost a daughter one February winter...and forever that month will wear mourning and rememberance. Lovely imagery in this..and deep feeling. Thank you for posting it. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Fantastic imagery! Just amazing...left me speechless. ~Hugs~
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Okay Kevin ( Mr. Shakespeare ) Your sending winter chills down me already :-) The poem truly is beautiful though,very well written. Hugs for a great poem ;-) Ribbit |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Still love it my friend. ;-) Ribbit |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Kevin~ We all wear shrouds, they just be of different colors.. Thank you for sharing yours in such a personal way.. Susan |
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