John Thorkild Ellison

Rookie - 113 Points (17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

A Calendar - Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

Inside the embers glow in the grate
While the garden quietly suffocates in snow.

The ice is melting!
The snow forgets what the birds remember,
A living root dispels December!

The heat disfigures the soil.
The sun glares angrily
Till the clouds sweat tears.

Summer is over,
The moon strips the trees of leaves
And paints their bark with silver starlight.

Comments about A Calendar by John Thorkild Ellison

  • Silver Star - 3,389 Points Adeline Foster (6/20/2010 2:53:00 PM)

    This is exquisite; what a wonderful picture you paint of the turning year. Invite you to read my ‘Home Is’.
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  • Bronze Star - 2,536 Points Sally Plumb Plumb (3/12/2010 2:30:00 AM)

    Loved this view of the seasons. Try 'Underfoot' when you've a spare minute, Regards. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Raynette Eitel (1/19/2010 10:02:00 AM)

    I like the way you have set this up, John...and I see that your calendar year in England is a bit different from the USA. We talk more about the colors of autumn...but I love the last line of Autumn. Good work. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,519 Points Marieta Maglas (1/9/2010 12:06:00 PM)

    wonderful metaphor
    The snow forgets what the birds remember

    wonderful descriptive poem about seasons

    10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Fred Babbin (1/5/2010 1:02:00 PM)

    Your imagery is quite catching (I cn't think of a better word) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 19, 2010

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