O silent moon, divine, when velvet gowns
are shed, your silver slips through fingertips
of frozen branches while from the deeper downs,
perfumed, a song of dryads cling; their lips
are amber, moss rose, myrrh, a tender taste
of flutes; but they are rooted, sway with winds;
with arms adorned in icicles; no haste
in dreamery of winter’s fallen mind.
They are the resting trees, the oaks , the pines,
their sleep is aged and bent from many springs,
but when I touch their bark with gentle hands,
I feel a sapling’s crimson warmth; it rings
with scents of cinnamon and sun tanned sands.
O silent moon and trees you’ve made me see,
the sapling in my heart; I am the tree.
Landscape in winter Jacob van Strij
I wrote a second sonnet for Victoria’s wonderful prompt on synesthesia at dVerse. Come and join us with your best writing. I’m also linking up this sonnet to Real Toads, Tuesday platform
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December 4, 2015
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This is so dreamy 😀 love the opening lines 🙂
This is beautiful and wintry!
I adore your last line.
Alluring, romantic and filled with passion ~ I specially adore the last lines Bjorn:
I feel a sapling’s crimson warmth; it rings
with scents of cinnamon and sun tanned sands.
O silent moon and trees you’ve made me see,
the sapling in my heart; I am the tree.
The whole poem just flows!
Beautiful poem, it really reminded me of Yeats.
And this one’s even better. Your very being is imbued with iambic rhythm.
This is absolutely lovely…sigh ..one of my favorites of yours…
This is such a dreamy, romantic way of describing the nature of trees while they “sleep”. I love those two last lines!
This is my favorite part:
“I feel a sapling’s crimson warmth; it rings
with scents of cinnamon and sun”
Beautiful work.
You amaze/stun me Bjorn. How do you produce such gorgeous work, maintain a job as a physicist, and continue to be so prolific without sacrificing quality. Oh, and then there is your family. This line is my fav:
their lips
are amber, moss rose myrrh, a tender taste
of flutes
This is beautiful, Bjorn! Gentle, warm, and dreamy.
Wow, this is a beautiful sonnet, Bjorn! I especially like the “tender taste of flutes” and the “resting trees” in “aged sleep” 🙂
Just wonderful! You are the poem.
Nice-nice-nice!
Love the lines that the synesthesia prompt conjures forth. I can really see myself using this device in the future. “when I touch their bark with gentle hands, I feel a sapling’s crimson warmth; it rings
with scents of cinnamon and sun tanned sands.” Indelible words!
Lyrical and dreamy…quite the winter wonderland…
Oh, this is fantastically rich, Bjorn, and the last line… wonderful.
I like sonnets, Bjorn. Yours here is a nice one. I did the iPad ‘define’ function and found the second second definition, “litature: a young and inexperienced person.” Of course yours is the first, nature’s tree, used as a figure of speech for the second meaning. Clever.
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your touch here is like the Shaman’s a visionary’s touch
thanks for a really beautiful poem
have a nice Tuesday
much love…
I love poems that connect and this connects you with all living things. And that must include me too.
How I LOVE this poem! Beautiful imagery all the way through. I especially love “you made me see the sapling in my heart. I am the tree,” How I resonate with these words, my friend.
This is one of my favorite sonnets of yours ever, Bjorn–so melodious and perfectly balanced, full of all the magic of the natural world, and also the magic of the poetic voice, which here joins us to it–your final lines have great comfort, I think, as well as beauty.
Very pretty poem, Bjorn, with all the internal rhyme. Thanks. k.