#winterpoem — Public Fediverse posts

The woodstove can’t keep
up. Only a little
halo around the firebox
is truly warm. No
insulation in the walls,
and the windows, fogged
with condensation from my kettle,
drip down the rotting
sills. I’m wrapped in blankets.
Hooded like some stranger
with a scythe, I hover
by the stove and sip
Red Zinger. Occasionally,
I poke the embers with a stick.
Along the road, the power
lines grow crystalline
with ice. I haven’t tried to start
my pickup truck all
week.

#poem #winterpoem #poetrycommunity

The woodstove can’t keep
up. Only a little
halo around the firebox
is truly warm. No
insulation in the walls,
and the windows, fogged
with condensation from my kettle,
drip down the rotting
sills. I’m wrapped in blankets.
Hooded like some stranger
with a scythe, I hover
by the stove and sip
Red Zinger. Occasionally,
I poke the embers with a stick.
Along the road, the power
lines grow crystalline
with ice. I haven’t tried to start
my pickup truck all
week.

#poem #winterpoem #poetrycommunity

a haloed lamppost
interrupts the snow, tethers
all of existence.

— “[rađljóst]” by Katelyn Grimes, published in Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition: Hibernation. Featuring #poetry and prose, Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition explores the theme Hibernation. These #quiet, lingering pieces are full of longing and patience as you hide out, slow down, and wait for the end of winter.

Grab your paperback or ebook copy: http://capsulestories.com/winter-2022-edition #capsulestories #KatelynGrimes #winterpoem #rađljóst

a haloed lamppost
interrupts the snow, tethers
all of existence.

— “[rađljóst]” by Katelyn Grimes, published in Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition: Hibernation. Featuring #poetry and prose, Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition explores the theme Hibernation. These #quiet, lingering pieces are full of longing and patience as you hide out, slow down, and wait for the end of winter.

Grab your paperback or ebook copy: http://capsulestories.com/winter-2022-edition #capsulestories #KatelynGrimes #winterpoem #rađljóst

Quivering, feathered limbs
cast up a murmuration.

Tree branches, now bare,
spider across the gray sky,
weaving and webbing upward.

Trunks may serve as charnels
for walnut shells,
the shade of a bird,
caps of acorns,
and desiccated leaves.

But inside, trees remain rivers,
flowing witnesses to winter.

They are most alive now:
still and waiting,
a resting awareness,
with tangled limbs
rooted in the sky.

#capsulestories #trees #LesleySiegerWalls #winterpoem #poem #poetry #nature #naturepoem

—“In Winter, the Trees” by Lesley Sieger-Walls, published in Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition: Hibernation. Featuring poetry and prose, Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition explores the theme Hibernation. These stories and #poems ruminate on hunkering down for the #winter and resting. Buy now in paperback or ebook: capsulestories.com/winter-2022-edition

#capsulestories #trees #LesleySiegerWalls #winterpoem #poem #poetry #nature #naturepoem

—“In Winter, the Trees” by Lesley Sieger-Walls, published in Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition: Hibernation. Featuring poetry and prose, Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition explores the theme Hibernation. These stories and #poems ruminate on hunkering down for the #winter and resting. Buy now in paperback or ebook: capsulestories.com/winter-2022-edition

#capsulestories #trees #LesleySiegerWalls #winterpoem #poem #poetry #nature #naturepoem

Quivering, feathered limbs
cast up a murmuration.

Tree branches, now bare,
spider across the gray sky,
weaving and webbing upward.

Trunks may serve as charnels
for walnut shells,
the shade of a bird,
caps of acorns,
and desiccated leaves.

But inside, trees remain rivers,
flowing witnesses to winter.

They are most alive now:
still and waiting,
a resting awareness,
with tangled limbs
rooted in the sky.

#capsulestories #trees #LesleySiegerWalls #winterpoem #poem #poetry #nature #naturepoem

Quivering, feathered limbs
cast up a murmuration.

Tree branches, now bare,
spider across the gray sky,
weaving and webbing upward.

Trunks may serve as charnels
for walnut shells,
the shade of a bird,
caps of acorns,
and desiccated leaves.

But inside, trees remain rivers,
flowing witnesses to winter.

They are most alive now:
still and waiting,
a resting awareness,
with tangled limbs
rooted in the sky.

#capsulestories #trees #LesleySiegerWalls #winterpoem #poem #poetry #nature #naturepoem

—“In Winter, the Trees” by Lesley Sieger-Walls, published in Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition: Hibernation. Featuring poetry and prose, Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition explores the theme Hibernation. These stories and #poems ruminate on hunkering down for the #winter and resting. Buy now in paperback or ebook: capsulestories.com/winter-2022-edition

#capsulestories #trees #LesleySiegerWalls #winterpoem #poem #poetry #nature #naturepoem

Quivering, feathered limbs
cast up a murmuration.

Tree branches, now bare,
spider across the gray sky,
weaving and webbing upward.

Trunks may serve as charnels
for walnut shells,
the shade of a bird,
caps of acorns,
and desiccated leaves.

But inside, trees remain rivers,
flowing witnesses to winter.

They are most alive now:
still and waiting,
a resting awareness,
with tangled limbs
rooted in the sky.

#capsulestories #trees #LesleySiegerWalls #winterpoem #poem #poetry #nature #naturepoem

—“In Winter, the Trees” by Lesley Sieger-Walls, published in Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition: Hibernation. Featuring poetry and prose, Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition explores the theme Hibernation. These stories and #poems ruminate on hunkering down for the #winter and resting. Buy now in paperback or ebook: capsulestories.com/winter-2022-edition

#capsulestories #trees #LesleySiegerWalls #winterpoem #poem #poetry #nature #naturepoem

follow me to the maple forest
dusted in fresh fallen snow
to stillness
to silence
where air bites
the tip of your nose

we’ll tap sap
from xylem
in the slow flow of life
one drop at a time

there’s no hurry here

this is how
we find sweetness
in the dead of winter

—“Sugar Maple” by Erika Seshadri, published in #CapsuleStories Winter 2022 Edition: Hibernation. Grab your paperback or ebook copy: capsulestories.com/winter-2022-edition #winterpoem #winter #bookstodon #poetry #poem #maplesyrup

follow me to the maple forest
dusted in fresh fallen snow
to stillness
to silence
where air bites
the tip of your nose

we’ll tap sap
from xylem
in the slow flow of life
one drop at a time

there’s no hurry here

this is how
we find sweetness
in the dead of winter

—“Sugar Maple” by Erika Seshadri, published in #CapsuleStories Winter 2022 Edition: Hibernation. Grab your paperback or ebook copy: capsulestories.com/winter-2022-edition #winterpoem #winter #bookstodon #poetry #poem #maplesyrup

Murder In The Light

In the snow
Against the white
The robin fights the
Almighty fight
A flash of red
Feathers and blood
Another rival
Gone for good.

#poetry #poem #shortpoems #robin #snow #winterpoem

Murder In The Light

In the snow
Against the white
The robin fights the
Almighty fight
A flash of red
Feathers and blood
Another rival
Gone for good.

#poetry #poem #shortpoems #robin #snow #winterpoem

Adelaide Crapsey's legacy is the #Cinquain or the five-lined unrhymed stanza form. She was inspired by the #Haiku.

Adelaide loved the #Simplicity and #Power of Japanese #Poetry.
Her best Cinquain is #November #Night:

Listen...
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing #Ghosts,
The #Leaves, #Frost-crisped, break from the #Trees
And #Fall.

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #Poem
#Winter #Nature #WinterPoem
#Seasons
#GardenersofMastodon
#FollowFriday #FollowBackFriday

Adelaide Crapsey's legacy is the #Cinquain or the five-lined unrhymed stanza form. She was inspired by the #Haiku.

Adelaide loved the #Simplicity and #Power of Japanese #Poetry.
Her best Cinquain is #November #Night:

Listen...
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing #Ghosts,
The #Leaves, #Frost-crisped, break from the #Trees
And #Fall.

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #Poem
#Winter #Nature #WinterPoem
#Seasons
#GardenersofMastodon
#FollowFriday #FollowBackFriday

Adelaide Crapsey's legacy is the #Cinquain or the five-lined unrhymed stanza form. She was inspired by the #Haiku.

Adelaide loved the #Simplicity and #Power of Japanese #Poetry.
Her best Cinquain is #November #Night:

Listen...
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing #Ghosts,
The #Leaves, #Frost-crisped, break from the #Trees
And #Fall.

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #Poem
#Winter #Nature #WinterPoem
#Seasons
#GardenersofMastodon
#FollowFriday #FollowBackFriday

Adelaide Crapsey's legacy is the #Cinquain or the five-lined unrhymed stanza form. She was inspired by the #Haiku.

Adelaide loved the #Simplicity and #Power of Japanese #Poetry.
Her best Cinquain is #November #Night:

Listen...
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing #Ghosts,
The #Leaves, #Frost-crisped, break from the #Trees
And #Fall.

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #Poem
#Winter #Nature #WinterPoem
#Seasons
#GardenersofMastodon
#FollowFriday #FollowBackFriday

Adelaide Crapsey's legacy is the #Cinquain or the five-lined unrhymed stanza form. She was inspired by the #Haiku.

Adelaide loved the #Simplicity and #Power of Japanese #Poetry.
Her best Cinquain is #November #Night:

Listen...
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing #Ghosts,
The #Leaves, #Frost-crisped, break from the #Trees
And #Fall.

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #Poem
#Winter #Nature #WinterPoem
#Seasons
#GardenersofMastodon
#FollowFriday #FollowBackFriday

The #Melancholy days are come, the #Saddest of the year,
Of wailing #Winds, and naked #Woods, and meadows #Brown and sear.

- William Cullen Bryant, American #Romantic #Poet

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #Poem #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem
#FollowFriday #FollowBackFriday

The #Melancholy days are come, the #Saddest of the year,
Of wailing #Winds, and naked #Woods, and meadows #Brown and sear.

- William Cullen Bryant, American #Romantic #Poet

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #Poem #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem
#FollowFriday #FollowBackFriday

The #Melancholy days are come, the #Saddest of the year,
Of wailing #Winds, and naked #Woods, and meadows #Brown and sear.

- William Cullen Bryant, American #Romantic #Poet

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #Poem #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem
#FollowFriday #FollowBackFriday

The #Melancholy days are come, the #Saddest of the year,
Of wailing #Winds, and naked #Woods, and meadows #Brown and sear.

- William Cullen Bryant, American #Romantic #Poet

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #Poem #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem
#FollowFriday #FollowBackFriday

The #Melancholy days are come, the #Saddest of the year,
Of wailing #Winds, and naked #Woods, and meadows #Brown and sear.

- William Cullen Bryant, American #Romantic #Poet

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #Poem #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem
#FollowFriday #FollowBackFriday

And now we have it!

Every wish comes true!

We are alone now in a #Fleecy #World;
Even the #Stars have gone.

We two alone!

- Sara Teasdale, A #November #Night

#Love #Rose #Remember #Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #Wintergarden #Nature #WinterPoem
#Sunday #GardenersofMastodon

And now we have it!

Every wish comes true!

We are alone now in a #Fleecy #World;
Even the #Stars have gone.

We two alone!

- Sara Teasdale, A #November #Night

#Love #Rose #Remember #Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #Wintergarden #Nature #WinterPoem
#Sunday #GardenersofMastodon

And now we have it!

Every wish comes true!

We are alone now in a #Fleecy #World;
Even the #Stars have gone.

We two alone!

- Sara Teasdale, A #November #Night

#Love #Rose #Remember #Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #Wintergarden #Nature #WinterPoem
#Sunday #GardenersofMastodon

And now we have it!

Every wish comes true!

We are alone now in a #Fleecy #World;
Even the #Stars have gone.

We two alone!

- Sara Teasdale, A #November #Night

#Love #Rose #Remember #Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #Wintergarden #Nature #WinterPoem
#Sunday #GardenersofMastodon

And now we have it!

Every wish comes true!

We are alone now in a #Fleecy #World;
Even the #Stars have gone.

We two alone!

- Sara Teasdale, A #November #Night

#Love #Rose #Remember #Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #Wintergarden #Nature #WinterPoem
#Sunday #GardenersofMastodon

I wish I could press #Snowflakes in a #Book like #Flowers.

- James Schuyler (1923 - 1991) American #Poet, The #Morning of the #Poem

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #Gardeningpodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #GardenPoet #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem #GardenersofMastodon
#Sunday #SundayThoughts

I wish I could press #Snowflakes in a #Book like #Flowers.

- James Schuyler (1923 - 1991) American #Poet, The #Morning of the #Poem

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #Gardeningpodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #GardenPoet #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem #GardenersofMastodon
#Sunday #SundayThoughts

I wish I could press #Snowflakes in a #Book like #Flowers.

- James Schuyler (1923 - 1991) American #Poet, The #Morning of the #Poem

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #Gardeningpodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #GardenPoet #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem #GardenersofMastodon
#Sunday #SundayThoughts

I wish I could press #Snowflakes in a #Book like #Flowers.

- James Schuyler (1923 - 1991) American #Poet, The #Morning of the #Poem

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #Gardeningpodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #GardenPoet #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem #GardenersofMastodon
#Sunday #SundayThoughts

I wish I could press #Snowflakes in a #Book like #Flowers.

- James Schuyler (1923 - 1991) American #Poet, The #Morning of the #Poem

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #Gardeningpodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #GardenPoet #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem #GardenersofMastodon
#Sunday #SundayThoughts

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest #Hue to hold.

Her early #Leaf's a #flower;
But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So #Eden sank to #Grief,

So #Dawn goes down to day.
Nothing #Gold can #Stay.

- #RobertFrost 1874-1963

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #GardenPoet #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem
#Sunday #GardenersofMastodon

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest #Hue to hold.

Her early #Leaf's a #flower;
But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So #Eden sank to #Grief,

So #Dawn goes down to day.
Nothing #Gold can #Stay.

- #RobertFrost 1874-1963

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #GardenPoet #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem
#Sunday #GardenersofMastodon

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest #Hue to hold.

Her early #Leaf's a #flower;
But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So #Eden sank to #Grief,

So #Dawn goes down to day.
Nothing #Gold can #Stay.

- #RobertFrost 1874-1963

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #GardenPoet #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem
#Sunday #GardenersofMastodon

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest #Hue to hold.

Her early #Leaf's a #flower;
But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So #Eden sank to #Grief,

So #Dawn goes down to day.
Nothing #Gold can #Stay.

- #RobertFrost 1874-1963

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #GardenPoet #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem
#Sunday #GardenersofMastodon

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest #Hue to hold.

Her early #Leaf's a #flower;
But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So #Eden sank to #Grief,

So #Dawn goes down to day.
Nothing #Gold can #Stay.

- #RobertFrost 1874-1963

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #GardenPoet #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem
#Sunday #GardenersofMastodon

#November by Thomas Hood

No #Sun — no #Moon!
No #Morn — no #Noon
No #Dawn — no #Dusk — no proper ime of day.

No #Warmth, no #Cheerfulness, no healthful #Ease,
No #Comfortable feel in any member —
No #Shade, no shine, no #Butterflies, no #Bees,
No #Fruits, no #Flowers, no #Leaves, no #Birds! —
November!

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #November #GardenersofMastodon #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees
#WinterPoem
#Sunday

#November by Thomas Hood

No #Sun — no #Moon!
No #Morn — no #Noon
No #Dawn — no #Dusk — no proper ime of day.

No #Warmth, no #Cheerfulness, no healthful #Ease,
No #Comfortable feel in any member —
No #Shade, no shine, no #Butterflies, no #Bees,
No #Fruits, no #Flowers, no #Leaves, no #Birds! —
November!

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #November #GardenersofMastodon #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees
#WinterPoem
#Sunday

#November by Thomas Hood

No #Sun — no #Moon!
No #Morn — no #Noon
No #Dawn — no #Dusk — no proper ime of day.

No #Warmth, no #Cheerfulness, no healthful #Ease,
No #Comfortable feel in any member —
No #Shade, no shine, no #Butterflies, no #Bees,
No #Fruits, no #Flowers, no #Leaves, no #Birds! —
November!

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #November #GardenersofMastodon #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees
#WinterPoem
#Sunday

#November by Thomas Hood

No #Sun — no #Moon!
No #Morn — no #Noon
No #Dawn — no #Dusk — no proper ime of day.

No #Warmth, no #Cheerfulness, no healthful #Ease,
No #Comfortable feel in any member —
No #Shade, no shine, no #Butterflies, no #Bees,
No #Fruits, no #Flowers, no #Leaves, no #Birds! —
November!

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #November #GardenersofMastodon #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees
#WinterPoem
#Sunday

#November by Thomas Hood

No #Sun — no #Moon!
No #Morn — no #Noon
No #Dawn — no #Dusk — no proper ime of day.

No #Warmth, no #Cheerfulness, no healthful #Ease,
No #Comfortable feel in any member —
No #Shade, no shine, no #Butterflies, no #Bees,
No #Fruits, no #Flowers, no #Leaves, no #Birds! —
November!

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #November #GardenersofMastodon #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees
#WinterPoem
#Sunday

Though summers change and pass away -
Though dies the #Beauty of the hill and plain -
Though warmth and color fade each #Autumn day -
#Hope passes not, and abides to say
That our brightest #Joys shall all come again.

- George Arnold, American #Poet (1834-1865)

#Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #Poet #AutumnStatement #Poetry #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem
#Saturday #Meditation #GardenersofMastodon

Though summers change and pass away -
Though dies the #Beauty of the hill and plain -
Though warmth and color fade each #Autumn day -
#Hope passes not, and abides to say
That our brightest #Joys shall all come again.

- George Arnold, American #Poet (1834-1865)

#Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #Poet #AutumnStatement #Poetry #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem
#Saturday #Meditation #GardenersofMastodon

Though summers change and pass away -
Though dies the #Beauty of the hill and plain -
Though warmth and color fade each #Autumn day -
#Hope passes not, and abides to say
That our brightest #Joys shall all come again.

- George Arnold, American #Poet (1834-1865)

#Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #Poet #AutumnStatement #Poetry #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem
#Saturday #Meditation #GardenersofMastodon

Though summers change and pass away -
Though dies the #Beauty of the hill and plain -
Though warmth and color fade each #Autumn day -
#Hope passes not, and abides to say
That our brightest #Joys shall all come again.

- George Arnold, American #Poet (1834-1865)

#Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #Poet #AutumnStatement #Poetry #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem
#Saturday #Meditation #GardenersofMastodon