This is the second of two poems I submitted to the Poetry Society’s National Poetry Competition back in autumn, both of which were unsuccessful.
I am smitten
By the hovering season
When dozy drones still buzz
Their mantra
And leached leaves
Spiral
Into swirls
Of their own skeletons
Sultry days are gone
Frost waits in the wings
To paint pale pictures
String diamonds
On branch and web
Each morning
A scintillating
Surprise
Romance hides
In mist and fog
A quirky ghost
That steals
My frozen breath away
I wait for those days
On the edge
Of a season
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
writing in north norfolk 
Wow Kim this is such a beautiful poem. Well written. Actually my poems were also unsuccessful last year in some poetry societies. Have a great time. 🙂
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Thank you for the lovely comment. It’s so disappointing when poems are rejected. On the other hand, I’ve just heard that an anthology, in which a poem and a story of mine have been included as part of a competition, is about to be published and will be launched in June, with prizes. So I suppose it’s a case of winning some and losing some. 😊
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Nic poem!! thanks for this beautiful post
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Thanks for your kind comment.
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Lovely poem 🙂 one of my favourite phrases ‘the hovering season’
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Thank you Janice 🙂
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