Winterís Fiesta

The rhythm of the wind
snakes between pine trees
and forms a winter Conga line
that sway in drunken revelry

Shadows conduct an orchestra
with batons made of moonlight
and cracking limbs drum
primal beats in fevered unison

At center stage a trio of icicles sing
into microphones of swirling frost
they melt in perfect harmony
as the silent night applauds

Poetry by Hans Bump
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Written on 2012-01-08 at 21:11

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I can't add much to what the others have said. This poem is conceptually excellent and well written. Nice one, Hans.

It was definitely worth the rearranging, the middle stanza seems to be in the right order now for the rest of the poem, I can "see" it all so clearly. You should be very pleased with the result and I have bookmarked it.

Beautifully polished, it just seems more fluid, but I have to say I prefer the previous title, but that's just me.

Each stanza is a wonderful image and evocative in its originality, but the third especially reminds me of how good poetry can be and ends on a perfect note.

Loved this especially your observsations in the opening stanza and a happy new year to you!