09-07-2013, 01:32 AM
Hi, all. This is my second poem posted here. If I am in the wrong forum, sorry! Thank you for reading and critiquing!
New Year
Whiskey-warm and sick of New Years' Eve,
I left the stuffed ones herded by their fires
And trudged along a path of ashen leaves
That cracked and snapped with winter’s snowy choirs.
The ice cursed trees with bones that shook and scraped
The skull-gray skies of rotting winter days
Were wan and mute of vernal song and draped
A cold lament upon my frostsick haze.
The scene was gaunt and dying still
When I had turned to leave
Until I heard a piercing shrill
Cry deep within the trees —
An inky crow shot out of sight
And left me frozen in the night.
New Year
Whiskey-warm and sick of New Years' Eve,
I left the stuffed ones herded by their fires
And trudged along a path of ashen leaves
That cracked and snapped with winter’s snowy choirs.
The ice cursed trees with bones that shook and scraped
The skull-gray skies of rotting winter days
Were wan and mute of vernal song and draped
A cold lament upon my frostsick haze.
The scene was gaunt and dying still
When I had turned to leave
Until I heard a piercing shrill
Cry deep within the trees —
An inky crow shot out of sight
And left me frozen in the night.
-betalife