Winter Silver
Listen to Kay's poem ...
We start each day anew, and now we see how a song, story or rhyme calls towards the silver in the soaring trees with their early gleaming shadows.
It is a single line from poetry whispering in the coolness of winter air when it is time for warmth and the days ahead to brighten.
Creating a sketch or collage shaping silvery stars with pencils to fill the empty winter skies, we paint with silver, grey and blue for a new and captivating crisp horizon.
Perhaps we will decorate our coats with fluorescent colours and glittering threads of silver that will illuminate our snow-covered clothes.
And we will find our place in the books we chose.
Favourite folklore creatures add their silvery song to our new poems, and their fables and traditions are still and not made to alarm or frighten.
We start each day anew, and now we see how a song, story or rhyme calls towards the silver in the soaring trees with their early gleaming shadows.
It is a single line from poetry whispering in the coolness of winter air when it is time for warmth and the days ahead to brighten.
It became a part of winter as we dream of the distant memories of summer meadows.
There is courage found in the stories that we find will enlighten.
We speak and sing as freely as the changing winter outdoor scenes with songs and carols to invite in.
It is time to celebrate the winter sun and share its wisdom in paper stories we can write in.
We start each day anew, and now we see how a song, story or rhyme calls towards the silver in the soaring trees with their early gleaming shadows.
It is a single line from poetry whispering in the coolness of winter air when it is time for warmth and the days ahead to brighten.
It is a single line from poetry whispering in the coolness of winter air when it is time for warmth and the days ahead to brighten.
Creating a sketch or collage shaping silvery stars with pencils to fill the empty winter skies, we paint with silver, grey and blue for a new and captivating crisp horizon.
Perhaps we will decorate our coats with fluorescent colours and glittering threads of silver that will illuminate our snow-covered clothes.
And we will find our place in the books we chose.
Favourite folklore creatures add their silvery song to our new poems, and their fables and traditions are still and not made to alarm or frighten.
We start each day anew, and now we see how a song, story or rhyme calls towards the silver in the soaring trees with their early gleaming shadows.
It is a single line from poetry whispering in the coolness of winter air when it is time for warmth and the days ahead to brighten.
It became a part of winter as we dream of the distant memories of summer meadows.
There is courage found in the stories that we find will enlighten.
We speak and sing as freely as the changing winter outdoor scenes with songs and carols to invite in.
It is time to celebrate the winter sun and share its wisdom in paper stories we can write in.
We start each day anew, and now we see how a song, story or rhyme calls towards the silver in the soaring trees with their early gleaming shadows.
It is a single line from poetry whispering in the coolness of winter air when it is time for warmth and the days ahead to brighten.
This poem is copyright (©) Kay Medway 2024
About the Writer
Kay Medway
Kay works full-time in libraries and enjoys both reading and writing poetry in all of her free time. She has had poetry featured in a positive news local community zine called The Happy Hood. Kay has also written poetry regarding her family history stories for 60 Miles by Road or Rail in her local community.
