My laptop has been down for a while so I haven't updated as much as I would have liked. (well at all to be true) and while I still have no word processing program I can write directly in the blogger format. So I am going to get back to posting, at least one piece of short fiction this week. In the meantime here is a bit of a Christmas poem I started writing after I was struck by an image of the sky breaking over the mountaintops on my way to Flagstaff. It was a very beautiful and serene moment. I have been working on lines in bits and pieces for the last week or so but today i just sat down to type it out. I really like this poem, I thought it was a very different stanza structure with some nice word variations. I'd love some feedback.
The Tides of Christmas
Reddest sky bursts through stones,
The jagged spires of Earthen bones.
Azure rays stream from the dusk,
As the day rips free last ragged tusk.
And as the day gives way to night,
I feel the world in years twilight.
The wind, so shear, reaps its throne.
Cold and sharp, it cuts alone.
I stopped the car and gazed out West,
The tinge of winter in my breast.
I hugged myself against the cold,
As snowflakes fell, gently then bold
The hills dipped in bends and bows,
Fields of pines rest in rows.
And from above I looked below,
As the tides of Christmas began to flow.
The flecks of snow gave to flurries,
As the red lit sky begot blue tint furies.
Where the twinkled stars began to shine,
I saw the moony rays, a stream of line.
And the once green pines donned a white coat,
While the thistles whispered a windy note.
The Holiday was finally here,
As wintered sounded its snowy cheer.
I saw my breath in a puffy cloud,
As the chill wind chimed out so very loud.
So I jammed my hands in pockets deep,
And watched the snow build in piles steep.
I huddled in tight and looked to the sky,
To that one glimmering star upon so high.
And I thought to myself as I turned away,
Merry Christmas to me on this wintery day.
End of Line.