Millions of snowflakes gone, my poet friend,
Across the slanted February roofs,
You lift my hand in witness to whiteness,
That burns beyond the scope of human eyes.
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..very flowery indeed...visual...we can feel it in our veins...pulse..splendind imagery 10++
just as there is the last rose of summer, the beauty fowhat is last for the season or for life. these are someof the images we keep in our memories and in our heart. the certain subtleness of what tsands out and reaches to us. to become thatverbal photograph that you share with us, It was quite a beautiful image, I love in Florida, but grew up in New York until middle age, i remember winters and there are those images that i keep in my memory. A definite 10 sandra
The poets eye sees lasting beauty in the passing flakes - that which burns beyond the scope of human eyes burns within the soul(brahma satyam jaganmidhya)
.....The last rays of an old sun warm the bones, Paint glamor on the windows of the soul. I want to be a part of your stanza, Forever and a winter, if I may..... Sandra, I pray you do live for MANY winters, summers, and spring.... The poem sure does reflect the passing of time...richly passed, tho its autumn... Cheers. Subroto
Sandra this speaks to the soul, of a longing to just be, beautiful
Piognantly tender and beautiful, words to remain in the heart - thank you
I want to be part of your stanza forever and a winter, if I may..........how could eternity refuse such beauty...
S. The livelist poet on PH. It's all been said in previous comments. I add only my applaud and congratulations and appreciation. t x
sandraji, you are a true film maker....... millions of words gone.... but yours will remain evergreen in my soul..........
Such a gentle poem, it's almost a whisper but your voice speaks out loud and clear. HG: -) xx
So sorry I missed this wonderful poem, it is so good, and I hope you had a lovely birthday 10 Lynda xx
simple, humble, and lovable! ! ! it reminds me of many beauties of art such as Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky's 'Snowflakes Dance of The Nutcracker Ballet', William Shakespeare's sonnets and stanzaic poems, Alfred Sisley's painting 'Snow on the Road Louveciennes', and Robert Frost's champion of winter scene poems. keep writing! ! !
forever and a winter if i may, always good to read you sandra, never a poem off key. ben
My Dear Sandra, your love and longing for friends, friendships and winter is eternal. May you live many many winters! ! You seem to be on the peak of your poetic journey in this poem. A very compact poem, like a white capsule with a colorful warming, soothing substance inside.........10/10. Warmest Regards Naseer
What beauty that never fades with winter will ever remain in your stanzas, I hope to read them long into eternity.
Thats very nice....10s