DAY 1 – AUTUMNAL P.A.D. CHAPBOOK EXERCISE: COLD

With the arrival of autumn we are all set for change. And that change is no more obvious than the change of foliage from green to various stages of color as these leave decay in preparation for winter’s biting cold. We can feel the cooling begin in earnest and it won’t be long before it takes full hold of the season.

The first in this series, you are asked to write a “cold” poem in whatever that dictates to you. Cold temperatures, cold shoulder, cold opening … write your poems as you see fit and then chill!

And remember, today begins our Poem-A-Day Challenge Warm-up. A two-week jaunt into poetry. Stay tuned tomorrow for the next installment. Same poetic time, same poetic blog!

 

MARIE’S COLD GRIP:

PENCHANTS

my air,
chilled

my coffee,
hot

my words,
spilled

my muse,
caught.

© Marie Elena Good, 2018

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WALT’S CHILLY RECEPTION:

NIGHT SHADOWS FALL COLDLY

 Night falls upon the lowly, as bright lights fade and shadows creep right before they slumber. Slowly, they fight their weary eyes to sleep and morning sits in vigil, silent; still. Winter’s moon and stars align at will,warning midnight sprites upon the hill that soon their lights will die, become nil.

Day will pass in its allotted time, while hay made as the sun shines, lingers. May the world know night’s toils in this rhyme, saying all that a heart desires.  Fingers curl to grasp the cold and darkened shroud, frost descends to cover lovers avowed. Nature’s time stamp, to be trampled upon. Hurl the pall so all can call out loud, kissed by winter’s shadow so endowed.

moon set horizon
vanishes as mourning comes
night’s death brings on day

© Walter J Wojtanik, 2018