i feel winter-green in our grove,
hear flying rabbits skim between
low boughs, and pheasants ring
fowl when young snowflakes sing
gems to vivacious squirrel whose
audacious red tale awakens oak
leaf from hibernation. Slow dance
birch bark in silvery-white dress,
smell wisdom of pinecone humming
geometrically-orange rhapsody to
taste clarity of bitterly sweet needles.

Linking to dVerse Poets where Victoria explains “synesthesia”:
There is a neurological condition (called synesthesia) in which the patient confuses sensations. For example, he may taste a fragrance, or hear a flower. Have you ever touched a rainbow or seen a toccata? The Poetry Foundation defines synesthesia as “a blending or intermingling of different senses in description.” In the world of art, painters make a conscious choice of color to represent feeling or sensation... I invite you to play with mixing up those senses.
Dec 04, 2015 @ 13:21:22
What beauty there is beyond the woodshed. I love your descriptions of what we often see as mundane but you have given them an almost mystical air…well done!
Dec 04, 2015 @ 14:25:40
Thanks, Gayle, for noticing the beauty with me!
Dec 04, 2015 @ 12:18:27
Lynn.. Lynn..
that reminds
me of Zen.. your
poem here more
than your nAMe
of course..now
and truly when
we become one
with the colors
of Nature
theRe iS
no escape
or separation
from the One
of God free as
Us.. my friEnd
Lynn.. in the
middle this
time instead
of
end..:)
Dec 04, 2015 @ 12:03:33
Beautiful description of winter!
Dec 04, 2015 @ 12:10:00
Thank you!
Dec 04, 2015 @ 09:41:42
Your rhapsodic senses poem is enchanting.
Dec 04, 2015 @ 11:46:19
Aw…thanks, Viv!
Dec 04, 2015 @ 08:24:35
I enjoyed the flow of your poem and the images that came to mind as I read. I like especially that the “young snowflakes sing gems to vivacious squirrel…” which kind of bends my mind in a creative sort of way!
Dec 04, 2015 @ 11:45:42
Thanks, Mary. Our poems had similar themes, I think!
Dec 04, 2015 @ 08:06:09
I admire the winter-green dance of nature Lynn~ This is my favorite part:
young snowflakes sing
gems to vivacious squirrel
Dec 04, 2015 @ 11:44:40
I’m glad you like it, Grace 🙂
Dec 04, 2015 @ 07:20:27
and pheasants ring
fowl when young snowflakes sing
gems……… love that Lynn
Dec 04, 2015 @ 11:43:27
Thank you very much, Debi!
Dec 04, 2015 @ 05:39:21
Love the use of nature in your verse 🙂 such a sparkling piece.
Dec 04, 2015 @ 06:59:17
I appreciate your comment, Sanaa 🙂
Dec 04, 2015 @ 00:41:31
The wonders of a wintery wood.. I really like the smells and tast in this.
Dec 04, 2015 @ 05:07:33
Thanks…there’s comfort, peace in the woods.
Dec 03, 2015 @ 22:29:54
I like this – all the touches of nature you have woven into winter scene – wisdom of pinecone humming – the last three lines make me s.m.e.l.l. those needles – most excellent write!
Dec 03, 2015 @ 22:31:25
Thank you, Toni!