Echoes of Twilight

On the air,
the taste of frost;
breath of wood smoke
and tang of leaves
are suspended in twilight.

A full moon reaches out
to touch reflections
splintering the white,
tinged with bright lights
of Christmas trees.

Twinkling through
the streetlight’s glow,
intimate lamps of home
remind us that its time
to make our way.

In the darkening grey,
contours of icy holly
prickle like sharp hogs
in the hedgerow,
where berries glisten.

As we walk, we listen
to the fluty hoot
of a hunting owl
and the screeching echo
of its mate’s reply.

Kim M. Russell, 2016


Photo taken by David Russell

My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads The Final Twilight ~ Micro Poetry

Today Kerry is our host and we’re putting the “mini’ back into the Sunday Mini-Challenge, and returning to the option of form poetry. The object of this challenge has been to write a poem in no more than 10 lines but since it is December, and Christmas is approaching, Kerry is feeling generous and has extended the number of lines to 25. We can choose our own form or write in free verse, if preferred. This weekend, our frame of reference is ‘the final twilight”,  quoted from ‘A Wolf’ by  Jorge Luis Borges – here is a link to the poem at Poetry Foundation.

My poem was inspired by a visit to Holkham Hall on Thursday for a candlelit tour. As we walked along the tree-lined path to the main entrance, we were dazzled by the lights on the many Christmas trees, and by the frost and owls.

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