Monday, February 17, 2014

"An Invitation"



An Invitation

A frosted glance she sends my way,
shivers my spine and steels my breath,
dares me look with eyes afresh
upon her barren, frosted breast

where treasures lie, displayed anew.
A frosted gift she sends my way
quite diff'rent from her heated gaze
of languid blues and fanning lash

where time abides with gentle sighs
and lips a glist'ning with sweetened tea.
A frosted glance she sends my way
as if to say "Bundle up, quick,

don't miss this beauty of soft grey
where silence sings a soft sweet note
and wonder kisses crisp, pink cheeks.
A frosted gift she sends my way.

by Margaret Bednar, February 17, 2014

A dried & open Sweetgum ball (1 tree = hundreds of sharp "treasures'

This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Sunday Form Challenge - Quatern".  I didn't' get it done in time, so I have also submitted it to "IGWRT's Open Link Monday".  

For the full details of what this form entails, please see the form link above.  I did use artistic license and changed the repeating line (first line in the first stanza) from glance to gift in alternating stanzas.  I also have one line that is only a count of 7 instead of 8 syllables. 

Her in North Carolina, we have a few patches of snow left, but the grey beauty is melting away…  

and for I Heart Macro #40, below:


22 comments:

aspiritofsimplicity said...

I like this one very much indeed. Natures gifts are bounteous and we may as well consider them gifts as we are going to receive them anyway.

Robert Bourne said...

Thank you.. your words and photos relieved my jaded look of winter.. which has had its grip up here for a long time... :)

Grace said...

To see the gifts of winter is a wonderful thing ~ I too have learned to see the beauty of the soft grey ~

Lovely work on the form as well ~

Happy week to you Margaret, smiles ~

grapeling said...

winter is daring :) ~

humbird said...

Let's see winter gifts as reminder of its temporary state ~ nice photo

Jim said...

Sooo nice, Margaret! I've read it and read it, trying to see if it was literal, thee underneath of the snow. You said it and it surely could be.

It reads very nicely too as a chocolate cake, frosted with white icing. Try it, you might like it.

Oh yes, I caught the seven line and tried it with an unnecessary "to" inserted. So so.
..

I was late last night so did what you did. For us it is a busy season, I am not even playing golf tomorrow, my golf Tuesday.
Of course I have more to do now, Mrs. Jim has been on crutches since January 2. Feb 28 will be her day to walk, or learn to walk again, normally.
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Susie Clevenger said...

Beautiful photos....the way you write it winter is a gracious hostess..

Vandana Sharma said...

its lovely!!!!!!!!!

Vandana Sharma said...

its lovely!!!!!!!!!

kaykuala said...

A frosted gift she sends my way.

You took it very well Marge! A gift of nature ought to be appreciated. But being seen as an inconvenience of cold winter still lingering some are not happy. Well crafted!

Hank

LindyLou Mac said...

Calling by from iheartmacro, lovely captures in this post,

hanna said...

what a delightful delicate post. The pictures complement your words perfectly.
I don't think I recognize the seedheads, but they are probably something indigenous to your area.

blueoran said...

Saying Yes to life means embracing it however icily it sometimes arrives. And there's poetry in finding beauty where you wouldn't expect it, like the flower in snow in the second image. Nicely constructed, a lovely winter love song.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Your quatern is so stylish, Margaret. Each stanza is so beautifully expressed and you remind the reader that winter should also be appreciated. The personification is perfectly portrayed.

Kathryn said...

What a lovely write and I love the reminder to see beauty in the grey.

Marian said...

this is absolutely fantastic, Margaret! perfect from start to finish. i LOVE it.

Villrose said...

The Frost herself?
Wonderful photos!

Laurie Kolp said...

This is lovely, Margaret.

razzamadazzle said...

I am so sick of winter, but your poem has made me fall in love again. Beautiful. Thank you.

kissed by an angel said...

Such beautiful photos and so, so wonderful words!!!

Laura said...

Beautiful in every way Margaret. Thanks for sharing the love up-close with I Heart Macro:-)

Brian Miller said...

i like the freedom you found in changing the line...i am a fan of breaking form..ha..every season bears its treasures, its perks...and can be appreciated...i am ready to not have snow now...ha