Twofer night! This is just a little seasonal snapshot for the poem of the day challenge. Here is the poem I used:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42535/february-evening-in-new-york
Particularly the phrase "winter's outskirts" struck me as nifty. So here you go - both sides. Tune in progress.
On the outskirts of winter
the leaves dry and curl,
waving goodbye
to the life of the world,
when the brush of the wind
turns from musty to chill,
caps of frost cover moss on the hills.
On the outskirts of winter
the squirrels will dash
to retrieve all the acorns
and bury their stash,
when their tails flit and quiver
on nervous display,
they hide hope for the future away.
On the outskirts of winter
we laugh and drink beer
and whole pints of good cider
from harvests this year,
when we bundle our children
in jackets with hoods,
we tell them to stay out of the woods.
Snowflakes litter the air,
Glittering crystals, for moments, are there
before falling and hardening into the ice
that makes bundled-up children think twice.
On the outskirts of winter
shoots peek from the snow,
and the crocuses blossom
wherever we go,
when the gray will give way
to green, violet and gold,
we know winter has loosened its hold,
and the earth smiles back through the cold.
@jayjay Mar 2022
You paint beautiful pictures with words. The last verse is particularly gorgeous. #tit4tat
@mandolinda Mar 2022
We are in the outskirts of winter now, I can see those images outside my door, even -15 today, the sun is glistening on the fresh fallen snow. Enjoyed the lyric here, great pictures . #tit4tat
@sherrylynnlee Feb 2022
I could have sworn I commented on this beautiful piece already. Anyhoo, love the imagery, so very well done
@edward9thstreet Feb 2022
I love all the details and interesting pairing of words here. Very, very nice.
@jtsteam Feb 2022
I like this phrase "the outskirts of winter". It's a nice time of year - at both ends. I'd love to hear the tune when it's ready. The lyrics are very evocative.
@carleybaer Feb 2022
This describes my favorite parts of autumn, and the rhythm is gentle and soothing. If I weren’t so ready for spring I think I’d love it even more. Agreed that outskirts of winter is a great phrase. I also love “caps of frost cover moss on the hills” and the description of squirrels’ tails. You paint a beautiful picture here, well done!