Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

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Come, Spring (a cinquain)

Sunlight
Pour through my pane
Melt ice around my heart
Transform my frozen mind gently
Frost free

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Image from Wikimedia Commons, by Mohylek:  “I, the copyright holder of this work,
release this work into the public domain. This applies worldwide.”

NaPoWriMo #2, for Sunday Scribblings (seasoned, although mine is more seasonal). Also at “It’s Always Sunny at Poets United,” my wintering snowbird delight and haven!

Can you believe it? An unprompted cinquain. Spring must be coming… Peace, Amy

Participating in National Poetry Writing Month “A poem a day keeps the blues at bay.”


FIRST FROST

Crystal-stained
window pane
shimm’ring in the night

Glimpse of shine
only mine
from the street lamplight

Frigid blast
Squealing past
tightly puttied sills

Stoke the fire
coax the pyre
Pray the chill it kills

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

For dverse, ManicDdaily (Karin Gustafson) asked us to write about something unexpected. After our long, drought-ridden, hellish summer, imagine my surprise to awaken at 2 am and see frost on the window. There’s something about the first frost, especially when it is backlit. Bring on the flannel! Break out the silk underwear (not the sexy kind – the overalls that keep me warm)!

Also to be posted on Poets United, my poetic pot-bellied stove… Peace and hot cocoa, Amy