A survey of these means:
so dulled the nettle leans;
no flowers can thrive today;
no bindweed trumpets bray;
no berry retains red;
all apples now are shed;
the grasses after frost,
disheveled, dazed and lost.
Brambles overwintering
shake sieved cloud-light, glintering
from leaves aloft their trails
like canister-blasted sails.*
In this sullen, wearying damp,
a rhymer flares his inner lamp.
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*Refers to Napoleonic era sea-warfare where canister (filled with small stuff) was fired from cannons as anti personnel weapons at close range to sweep decks clear of men.
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Wintering
PoetryIt's yet another MajorSeventh. Hop on the big shoulders and look ... Lastest poems are always posted last in my collections. Winter. So, expect sparse gardens, late autumn and wintry countryside, wry philosophy and humour, tenderness towards litt...
