Saturday, September 17, 2011

Winter



Clothes pegs perched uselessly in the driving rain

echo rows of swallows lined up for migratory flight

and twisted hazel’s banshee fingers rake the sky.

Still dry chestnut buds, dream of conker fights,

and helicopter stick-attacks, by children

late for school.


©Copyright Niall OConnor
Image borrowed from http://www.kennethmadden.ie/

2 comments:

  1. Nice poem. Almost makes the thoughts of winter approaching, something to look forward to.

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  2. Wonderful imagery. The soft, cold rain out my window really made this come alive! Nice work. lisa_mae

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