White on white, silver on silver,
mist over water, moon on bare tree,
Silhouette, outline, translucence,
owl over meadow, slow fade to morning,
infinite shades of grey, brown dance
to north wind's delicate demanding brush.
Scarlet flash of sudden cardinal sings
of vivid seasons packed away in paint box.
beautiful, Victoria. seems to me a poem reminiscent of season.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful Victoria! I especially love the seasons packed away in paint box. I hope you will link it on Poetry Jam.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful scene at winter daybreak. Very well done. The spare language matches the quiet of the moment.
ReplyDeleteopen the box...let the colors free...and the seasons...smiles...it will soon be on to spring.
ReplyDeleteColorful and vibrant... I especially like the last two lines.
ReplyDeleteNice winter palate...I can't wait for spring to burst upon us !
ReplyDeleteYou've captured the song of the "vivid seasons" and slashed the winter palate scarlet.
ReplyDeleteYou have chose the gentle shades of life here - we are on the same wavelength!
ReplyDeleteN.B. My Poetry Jam colours are HERE if you'd like to compere notes! ♥
ReplyDeletewhite on silver is beautiful but after awhile one does need colour to rejuvenate, nice one
ReplyDeleteI also appreciated the concept of seasonal colors packed away in paint boxes ...waiting for the appropriate minute to make an appearance.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem. It's a riot of color but so soothing. A kalideascope of visions. Seasonal colors packed away in paint boxes is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful, it almost makes me like winter!
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