A Touch Of Gold Comments

Good write yet again Sandra 10s

Your translation of December pure Gold - l felt your tenderness weaving through the season's tapestry and visualized the walk with birds on the power line....so very good.

Beautiful imagery Sandra, a poem that oozes quality. Best wishes, Andrew

You have captured that moment between - between the autumn brilliance and the December cold. Like the moment between the in breath and the out breath - where all that is belongs. A deeply spiritual poem clothed in a beautiful garment of richly woven words. Love your birds singing their elegies from power lines. Our magpies do it all the time. love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Dearest Sandra, How affective this new gem is! It was sculptured by your talented art of creating images so lively! You always bring the sacred Nature to enlighten our souls, even though these birds'are in conversation with the dark.' I've enjoyed the whole poem, and particularly Fiend's reply 'It might be possible to light our way home via red gold panes.' These are strong lines, in my view. Your skills have the great power to connect us to you! Many thanks, Sandra. Warmest regards & love Maria

No one translates December quite like you - and no one writes about December quite like you, Sandra, 'cause you've got friend who's all December, original flavour of apporaching love written in the cloudless sky.

Your prism disperses images of the season's landscape. I have never seen the living snow of december taking in the the elegies - the conversation with the dark.

There is so much about your work that the poet can draw from, such a wealth of talent you have Sandra Love duncan X

Excellent penning Ma'am these pictorial lines encircle the spirit with the glow of the celestail orb

Sandra, your very last line, could very well be my comment to you....but of course you know i can't just leave it there...This work is a textbook paradigm of how imagery, and detail, should comandeer a literary work.You have created a poem, that becomes virtually palpable, by way of your acumen for meticulous, and pictorial depiction. Apropos title...as this poem be Gold...as Gold be the quality of your artistry, young lady! FjR

Such glowing warmth of imagery will never be winter lost but will always inspire, and I thank you for that, Uriah Hamilton

this makes you feel like you are really there and seeing and hearing the birds and seeing those gray clouds. it makes you feel as if you are in that place and time. GREAT! ! ! A 10

Indeed a rare touch, not only gold.....the life too.This word painting shows beyond the life line............only Sandra has such a skill!

Birds are in conversation with the dark. They sing their elegies from power lines...bravo, bravo a marvellous write Sandra, ....thanks for sharing 10++++++++++++ and A+++++++++ added to my favs.. rgds asif

wowwwwwwww Sandra no one can translate Decemebr better than you 'Clouds picture tall gray houses in the sky, Their windows incandescent with autumn.' --10 regards anjali

Outstanding Sandra outstanding this piece of work has everything you have done us all proud thankyou 10+++ xx Chris

to light our way home via red gold panes, this really struck me as the most beautiful imagery. but Sandra, your poems have that touch of gold, nobody captures the mood and the season as well as you do. the poem is full of tenderness and purity, like snowflakes.10 thanks for sharing Mamta

Whatever you touch upon turns into gold, you have that Midas' touch. It is rich in imagery, perfect in flow and a rhythmic lyrical touch. CP

Hi Sandra dear, you translate December with a touch of gold words! ! ! ! Excellent writes as always my dear friend.

'Birds are in conversation with the dark.'-The first line itself has a touch of golden words in a poetical excellence. Nature speaks thro' the pen of Sandra everytime.