A Scent Of Snow Comments

Wonderful poem, par excellence. The exquisite imagery and inimitable phrasing make this poem so very dear to me. Thank You, Sandra

Sandra, you have put the moon at the top of this poem. A great poem Sandra dear... magnificent

‘…You paint me quatrains for a souvenir, /Verses become my early Christmas gift.’ I’ve souvenired-in your picturesque metaphor bounty and envy your poetic-psychic-eyes….lolol… 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK

Exquisite and uplifting - the color chosen 'lemon light' so cold I can feel it...another masterpiece Sandra

Excellent poem with excellent imageries.

Sandra, Your first para itself becomes a part of 'classical poetry', - to remain evergreen in the minds of all true poetry lovers! I keep reading poems written by poets of all Nationalities beyond 'poemhunter.com'! I have yet to find such picturesque, beautiful original expressions like yours! ! 10++++++++ With love! - Raj Nandy

I never knew such beauty could be seen in lemon light....wonderful...moist eyed in awe John

An unreserved response, enthralling detailing, and winning substance all bundled into this one poem! Loved it… Deva

You are so gifted Sandra, to see these things that only a great artist can see is really something very special indeed. Love, Andrew x

Sandra, So touching from the heart of a poet....your voice sings a melody that touches me deeply. Ah!

Sandra, So touching from the heart of a poet....your voice sings a melody that touches me deeply. Ah!

you are a wonderful composer of nature.

Trademark Sandra; an enchanting flowing piece jam-packed with unique similes and analogies, and oh so true..... you make us see the world differently, and your poetry is a gift to your friends. t x

Lovely, just lovely 10+ regards Tom

MY DEAR SANDRA FOWLER, AN EXCELLENT POEM. Our night is falling in the window glass, Subtle as shadows, all its secrets kept. You paint me quatrains for a souvenir, Verses become my early Christmas gift LOVE WILFRED JOHN

You're right, snow has its own particular scent - something to do with frozen nostrils perhaps. This poem is particularly joyful Sandra. It has a youthful touch, like the music of Mozart or Schubert. Love 'wind is blowing colors all apart'. Your never cease to amaze with your incredible flair for imagery. Excellent verse. love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

this one makes me want to turn the heat up. a most vivid painting of snow can see it in my mind and feel the cold.

A very lyrical poem, masterfully penned. It is actually like this 'One feather falls like solace on bare hands, An autumn gesture, yet how comforting! ' an autumn gesture to the winter, yet how comforting with the scent of snow. Best regards, onelia

My word, Sandra, this is so very beautiful. There is something so magical about snow. You capture it well, I especially love the 3rd stanza, a really delightful poem. HG: -) xx

A wonderful write that captures the my senses, surrounding me with gladness in the mist of falling snowflakes...