We, the Coronado Scribes, consist of both professional and amateur writers. We have in common a desire to learn, by sharing our efforts and listening to other writers. We hold pressure-less sessions every Wednesday, at the Coronado Library conference room, starting at 1:30. Often we have guests who wish to just listen. They are welcome, and so are you.
Each week on eCoronado, we feature a different piece of prose or poetry produced by one of our writers. Please feel free to comment or ask questions in the comment section below.
A Wintry World
I turn toward home through the snowy woods,
Beneath a low gray flannel sky,
The river is crystallized to the brim,
While, iced with frost, each twig and limb
Flank the path I travel by
My eyes adapt to the gathering dusk,
Subtle the shades and tints of snow,
Shimmering branches weave to unite
A tapestry of grays and white
I slow my pace through the woods to know
Treasures not seen in summer grace;
Bare of their leaves, the brush reveals
Nests balanced in delicate stalks by the stream
Intricacies in a grander scheme.
Beside one close to the ground I kneel.
Milkweed silk, and needles of pine
Line the nest where a swallow once laid.
In willows bent double a blue jay dances
And through a maze of glistening branches
I notice the spruce where bittersweet braids.
A silence envelopes the blanketed earth.
With this sanctuary I’ve formed a bond
I’m filled with the sense of Omnipresence
Where trees etch the sky with iridescence
As far as the eye can see and beyond.
©Mary Beth Dodson
