Tuesday, 3 February 2009

Notes for a landscape poem

winter brittleness of marsh

sunglow white behind grey cloud

in a skeleton tree
a small bird calls thinly
indistinct beneath our words


written at my writing workshop, Vogrie Country Park

8 comments:

Kelly said...

Thank you for sharing this! Nice image. I'd like to have been at that writing workshop!

Noah the Great said...

Beautiful!

Tumblewords: said...

Gentle realism that brings an afterglow. Very nice!

Janice Thomson said...

Well said Juliet - we talk far too much most times, missing out on many natural wonders. Wonderful imagery.

Rabbits' Guy said...

I've known those things! Great words ...

Hyde DP said...

thin chirps

love it

lunarossa said...

Beautiful. I really like your poems. Have you had anything published? I've started writing your haiku and poems in my diary, but it would be nice if you had already a book of poems. Ciao. Antonella

jem said...

Lovely. I think the title is special in itself. It sort of suggests how nature is never quite finished, always a work in progress.