The leaves’ backs are bowed
under the weight of an orphan
snow. Steadily, steadily,
a forlorn blanket hides the
bright greens and muted grays of
an accosted April night,
blustering acidly about the day’s
clean yellow tulips and
gracing sun-kissed surfaces with
abrasive white garments.
Appalled at the decay of Spring’s
burgeoning beauty, I see
Snow caressing tree-trunks : seductive,
consuming, unwilling to be
abandoned. forgotten. left
Her death-shroud touch darkens my sight
with the achingly slow weight of Sorrow, a stone
growing heavy in my heart: the passing of
c. Mary Kathryn Gough
May 23, 2005 / edit i: 7/19/05 / edit ii: 2/28/06/ edit iii: 2/27/11/ edit iv: 12/10/11
Shroud, Part One
4 thoughts on “Shroud *i.”
Cool you read Kierkegaard and write poetry! The language rich and there’s a lot to see. I like how you bring the effects of nature to an effect upon yourself. And this has been a long work in progress? Nice! It seems you’ve looked after it well.
thank you! 🙂 i notice your blog has a kierkegaard quote at the top ;p
awesome. love that guy.
Really love the use of colour and imagery in this poem.
Great work here.