Winter Metamorphosis
All day dull rain sobs grey
soaking the green-brown turf
autumn leaves orange and red
now rot to rust and earth
grizzled coiffures of trees
scribble gunmetal sky
chill darkness falls at four
and still the gutters cry.
Before we open shades
we sense unearthly bright
the frost has bled earth dry
embalmed her desiccate
the ground is mummy-wrapped
linen for autumn’s wake
clouds spin the chrysalis
delicate, flake by flake.
© 2011 by Violet Nesdoly
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This poem is posted in response to Adele Kenny’s Poetry Prompt #83–Winter.
Violet Nesdoly 
My favorite things to read re the ‘wow, i wish I had written this’ pieces. This is one of those poems! Pure art from start to finish. I scrolled up to pick a favorite line but I love it all…yet if I had to pick one line it would be this…’grizzled coiffures of trees
scribble gunmetal sky
chill darkness falls at four
and still the gutters cry.’
From melancholy to brilliance in stanza two. Perfect title.
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Why, thank you so much, Janet! Yours is high praise indeed (and often how I feel about your poems–wish I had written them). If I was half as prolific as you are, I would be puffed up 🙂
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Very well-written, Violet. I also like those lines Janet singles out, and how quietly the poem ends.
Wishing you a lovely new year with much writing success. It’s been a particular pleasure to read your poetry this year.
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Why thank you, Maureen. I wish you a wonderful 2012 as well with many writing successes. And about the poetry reading pleasure, I assure you, it’s mutual. Your poems are always interesting, thought-provoking and a technical delight.
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