Out of the Fog Comes
the sun.
it’s a clutch of warmth,
a canopy suspended
over winter’s muscle.
the sun
abides in cheeks of roses,
and on tensiled tails
of a comet.
bright as a smile after sex.
the horizon is
November.
licked and kicked
by the sun.
Miz Quickly’s Day 30 and dVerse Quadrille #117 “Abide” © Misky 2020
It's Still Life 
17 responses to “Quadrille #117”
Nothing to say but YES!
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Thanks for the prompt ❤️
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You’re welcome!
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A wonderful poem. Sunshine in the rose…Yes, Isn’t it amazing how the sunshine can change the perspective of a day.
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There’s a rollicking punch-drunk love feel about this wintry piece – lovers? wrestlers? who can tell – but the sun def. has the upper hand (for now).
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Great wordplay in this piece. Your imagery is so expressive. I love this:
“the sun.
it’s a clutch of warmth,
a canopy suspended
over winter’s muscle.”
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“the sun.
it’s a clutch of warmth,
a canopy suspended
over winter’s muscle.”
Sigh. That’s what this poem reduced me to, particularly this stanza. So much serenity packed into the descriptions of the sun, its warmth; being over the cold, winter’s muscle, that itself sounds soothing. I needed to read this today. 🙂 It made my night a lot better.
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I’m glad it brought you some cosy comfort, Lucy.
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A wonderful capture of a perfect moment, Marilyn! I love fog and sun through fog, although it used to blind me on early mornings when I was still working, as the road to Great Yarmouth leads right into sunrise. The phrase ‘clutch of warmth’ is perfect, as is the ending of your quadrille – great use of internal rhyme in ‘licked and kicked’.
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Yes, driving can be a challenge in fog but oh how lovely when the sun appears again. 😁
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Such a bright and unique description of November – it has it’s good points and gives us reason to smile!
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Even now, in December, this poem still ROCKS!
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Thanks, Ron.
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We had some wonderful glimpses of the sun during the weekend. Your poem is just like that.
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Wowww! I love the idea of the sun as “a canopy suspended over winter’s muscle.” Exquisite write 💝💝
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Thank you!
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The opening two lines really pulled me in to read each word. So, well done!
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