Waiting on the Edge of a Season

 

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

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6 thoughts on “Waiting on the Edge of a Season

    1. 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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