Icy Fingers Grasp

by steve myrddin

Age Group: Adult


Icy Fingers Grasp

10-28-2012
Steve Corn

The bright full moon, piercing
like a searchlight, transmits
its' a primeval signal.
No clouds to obscure or insulate
us from it.

The first freeze thrived
as the heat escaped the Earth
drawn to Helios to warm him
in old age.

The peppers tomatoes and herbs
have given back all.
Yesterday, standing shiny and tall -
today - black wrinkly death is all.
Wilted, withered, weathered, spent.

The grasses are sprinkled with pixy dust.
Glints of rainbow colors
sparking into and out of existence.
A gaze moves against
the rising warming rays
prisms of frozen diamonds - Radiate

Fiery reds are dead now.
Yellows and browns
shrinking islands of pea soup
bubble in the rusty canopy .

The cauldron brewing
the fruits of the final harvest;
everything Nature provided
over three fruitful seasons.
is combined and stored.

Ancient rites – All - mark this
Majick season.
The veil is thinning.
Jack Frost has made it so.



Author's Location: fayetteville, Arkansas
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