Neutron Star
With greenest of bright openings
Four cardinal points of fern
Push out beside the rill
From the Winter’s
Last clinging beech leaves
Drops fall
Into sharply cut waters
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No idea what it means, but the imagery is stunning.
I agree entirely.
You are funny… You don’t know what it means? Tongue-in-cheek? 🙂
Its hard for me to get my head around the meaning of the poem.
Paul’s from your neck of the woods to Harry!
You mean from N.Ireland.
Yes
Nice poem with a little life out of seeming vast lonliness, which is how I see winter a lot of times.
Thanks – I’ll pass on the compliment.
Sure stirs a few thoughts in my head about transitioning from fall into winter.
Agreed – love ferns too.
From the winter dying comes a new beginning although here in Oz is it more summer frying than winter dying at the moment…
My mate in Oz is sweltering at the moment, so i feel your pain (sort of).
Best wishes
Beautiful imagery! Love this!
Thanks Susie
Fantastically fractical!
Thanks very much – amazingly I know what fractical means!
umm, guess I’d better have a look in dictionary corner…too..’I’ll have a B Bob!’
Fantastic share!
Thanks very much