Crystalized
Frosty weather to frost weathering
shivering
dehydrated
crisp after
repeated
morning
freezes and
the first evening
f l u r r y
⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ 🍂 ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆
crystalizing
burst chlorophyll
brown and gold
confetti bits
CR UN CH ED
apart under boots
rolled like oats
under vibrant
puffy coats
⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ 🍁 ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆
hundreds of once
trembling
maidens
f
al
len
frostbitten
to the ground
slowly composting
as they mulch
in the late autumn
mizzle
weathering to soil
⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ 🍂 ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆
a cluster of acorns
drop, plopping softly
in the growing pile of
compost
still attached to
once vibrant
mustard yellow
oak leaves
whose soggy brethren
lie, layered
cr ack l ed and
d eg rad e d
veins revealed
a lattice work of
defunct passages
now a faded
leather brown mound
⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ 🍁 ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆
acorns
ellipsoids
of tigerseye
quickly excavated
by industrious
squirrels and
wild turkey
absconding
treasure laden
their preparations
fuel the wintering
imagination
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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Certainly a visual and poetic feast, K.B!
Outstanding visuals, KB; congratulations on your win❣🤩
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
If I wasn't already impressed with this descriptive, poetic, list. Then I was beyond this, when I saw how you typed 'crunched' the way it was spaced. Sounded like a crunch and I am not sure how that's even possible. Rolled like oats you said? That bit was so vivid. Can I let you in on a secret? I've got some acorns on my window sil. So I am vibing so hard to that bit. Oh my gosh the veins....lattice? You definitely go all out in association, words, rhythm and format. 'Wintering imagination' just hold this crown already 👑 🤗❤️
I love the way you formatted this. It gave more emphasis to some of the transitional or pivotal words. Outstanding work of art.
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Love the word choice here, you have a masterful command of language— effortless emotional vibrancy. Also love the art piece! Fall with some frost on it :)