Late afternoon walk

[DieterM]

Spooky skeletons put on white winter coats.
A frosted silence sinks on twilight slopes.
The crunching carols of my steps ring out,
unheard, on twinkling hidden paths.

The river, almost solid, bubbles underneath
an icy crust encasing silver silhouettes.
My misty breathing leads the way back home,
the pale sky endless, with a timid sun, askew.

My nose fills with the smell of burning logs and coal.
And when the day slips cowardly away, I’m joined
by lines of ghosts wrapped up in cloaks and lantern light,
and bells, angelic, chime me safely through the dark.

[Bar22do]

Very pleasant, dieter, I'd only object the day's cowardice, 1/ because it's personnification, 2/ the day has not a choice as we know.
But I loved your rhyme lightness and the poem's progress with N arriving safely at home!

[aliengirl]

Vivid images and good alliteration combine in this poem. I like the way it began in spooky silence and ended with sweet chimes. And anyway I always like reading winter poems. This has also roused my longing for winter. It is unusually late this year. It is still around 20 C here.

[Hawkman]

A nice poem, Dieter :)

Live and be well - H

[blank|verse]

Yes, very nice, Dieter, with hints of Frost and Wilbur.

I wonder if you could think of something stronger than 'Spooky' as an opening word; 'twinkling' later on also is a bit weak and I wasn't keen on 'askew' at the end of the third stanza. It's a shame you couldn't have made more of the rhyme scheme promised in the first stanza, those lines work very well.

But I really enjoyed:

The crunching carols of my steps