Emma
A LA5 Poetry Unit
A
bitter wind,
blows
through branches laden with snow,
under
the pallid glow,
of
the moon. Candles glow,
in
a window, as the wind,
rushes
by picking up small flurries of snow.
Icicles
hang from a roof draped with snow.
The
light from the fire in the hearth glows,
around
a cozy room, safe from the cold of the wind,
outside.
The wind is heavy with snow that sparkles and glows in the faint light from the
moon.
I
watch as the sun,
slowly
sinks below the horizon. The sky
fills
with scarlet, as the day ends.
The
ending,
of
the sun,
and
light in the sky.
The
once clear blue sky,
now
bleeds red and fades to purple at the end,
darkening
without the presence of the sun.
This
is the ending of the day, as the bright light of the sun is replaced by the
ominous glow of moonlight and stars begin to twinkle in the evening sky.
The
meadow is overgrown with wild plants,
that
glisten
with
dew in the bright,
morning
sunlight. Sprinklings of bright,
flowers
grow along with weeds and other plants.
The
small stream flows. The rocks glisten
and
sparkle. A toad sits here; it’s moist skin glistening,
as
it waits among the bright
fish
for a careless insect to fly from the plants.
The
memory of the meadow, with its plants and animals, blazes in my head and shines
brighter than ever as I watch the glistening snow.
Specks
of seaweed dot the sand,
a
little green among the gold,
against
the blue of the waves
that
are restrained by the tide,
and
just beginning to pull,
away
from
the shore. A cool wind blows from far away,
somewhere
along that vast stretch of sand.
And
it pulls
my
hat off my head and carries it up toward the golden,
sun
like the tide
sucks
barnacles from the rocks and catches them in the waves.
I
wade far out into the waves,
but
they are starting to go away
as
the tide,
recedes,
leaving only sand
basking
in the golden
sunlight.
I feel the currents pull
me
out. And my mind pulls
me
out as well, wondering what is under the waves.
I
notice the small golden,
seashells
that hide among the rocks. Crabs scurry away
from
me and bury themselves in the soft sand.
I
see and wonder at the changes of the tide
that
all the ocean seems to obey. The tide
that
pulls
all
fish out with it, except those caught within pools of water in the sand.
The
waves,
have
faded away,
and
the remaining ocean is completely still, sparkling golden
in
the sun that shines on the golden,
sand.
I marvel at the beauty of the tide,
as
the ocean drains away
before
my eyes and it’s strong grasp as it pulls
the
waves
in,
leaving only a endless expanse of sand.
And
before long the sand is gone, its golden,
radiance
replaced by waves and ripples, free from the tide.
The
currents pull is gentle, but I can feel it longing for an ocean of sand once
more as it
waits amongst the rocks and shells until the time
when it can drag the sea away.