I missed the deadline for “Once upon a” so here it is for open link. Thanks. 🙂
Hush
Once upon a night
as meteors soared
illuminating obscurity
we understood fragility
each sacred breath
woven in cold white
a breath never to breathe again.
Lilac orchids in snow;
cacti in swamp.
I gathered the annuals in pots
before the freeze
upset by their death
although it never bothered before.
The early darkness seizes
me, portending winter snow
days wrapped in cold midnight
grayness, slate skies,
solitary tempest suggestions
of sleep, bitter sleep.
end
the orchids in snow….such a magical thought. the hothouse beauty breathing in the cold. this is so very beautiful Sascha
Thank you so much, Gina!
I love snow and we had ice flurries in Wed afternoon. can you believe that! on the equator! I thought it so magical. your poem really has such a unique feel to it
It was 77 here today, like summer when we’re normally 50’s. Strange weather. Ice flurries on the equator. If I were a pessimist, I’d say: end times. But I’ll just say, climate change is doing strange things.
like you I see climate change nothing more, and we are the instruments of that change. but it was kind of cool!
BTW, I went to leave a comment on your poem when I was using my mobile and thought it was an issue with the app, but even on my desktop, I can’t leave a comment. Did you disable comments?
yes I did. just needed some head space for awhile. thank you for reading❤
🙂 Okay then. I hope everything, including you, is good.
all is good☺🙏
The ‘hush’ breathes through your poem, Sascha, preparing for sleep! It shimmers with fragility and cold whiteness. I love the imagery of orchids in snow and cacti in swam, and the way the poem changes to the autumn task of gathering annuals before the freeze and then ponders on darker days ‘wrapped in cold midnight’ and hibernation.
I love the way you talk about sleep, maybe we are a lot like a orchids in the snow… we just need to move inside.
This was beautifully written, I pictured every moment in time, thank you.:) Incredible!
“solitary tempest suggestions of sleep” is such a strong and riveting image!
I like how you described these contrasts: “Lilac orchids in snow;
cacti in swamp.”
Thank you, Frank! 🙂
Each breath, frozen, passing. Each moment. A longing for touch of eternity as each breath is born and passes, and a passage back and forth between peace and sorrow. Oh this quiet press of time and circumstance, you have framed it beautifully in microscopic detail, a contribution to the histology of existentialism. This has much the feel of Uber alle Gipfeln by Goethe. I don’t know if I have ever given higher praise to a poem. Check out this with a Longfellow translation and a vignette
http://scihi.org/goethes-wanderers-nachtlied/