An Elegy In Frost Comments

' Cold sunshine writes our elegy in frost, Author of light a million snowflakes lost, All gone forever into swirling air, A dance of death that is no longer there.' Amazing poem with nice imageries.

beautiful poem carved in the wordwork of your poem, cold and very warm...1st visit kind regards uavanice 1

The winter landscapes seem to lend themselves to your words beautifully Sandra. This was a wonderful illustration of such a statement. Tender poetry from your pen. Enjoyed. HG: -) xx

dear sandra, it has always been a pleasure reading you. i am glad that i found you on this site. keep on.

Wow. I love it. Really superb. Thanks.

Cold sunshine writes our elegy in frost - How much more imaginative can one get. Such lines - so sweet and so gentle - scribble their immortality on one's heart and offers the reader that gentle fragrance which contributes to the beauty and the meaningfulness of life. Take care

Another amazing write Sandra, Thankyou-Melvina-

A fitting elegy....with each word singing into your soul.The melancholic air in your poems swirls and envelops with nostalgic notes. Love...TO

what a piece of poetry, the part of the country where you live, i have never been there, but would love to come there some day. you know how to bring it to life, to see the wonderful colors so bright, it is the next best thing to being there. you do know how to write these beautiful poems of nature.

west winters, are divine, in a way. because there's nothing else like them. As i have/had come to know. so cleansing. how you pieced these 3 v. together made it work. care, Sus

totally captivating, and very fascinating imagery too.I'm surely a fan...thanks for this wonderful piece. take care, Rain

Again Thanks Charles Garcia

Dear Sandra, you are one of my all-time favorite poets and always will be. Thank you for this, so much! Esther : ]

A wonderful expression of mood / atmosphere to this one, a very personal feel to it Thankyou for sharing Love duncan X

What a wonderful combination of feelings and... weather. I love all your poems where you describe seasons.

Stunning work of deep and serious reflection using the beautiful metaphor of frost and snow. ' West is a shadow wrapped around frail bones'. Again you express those twin emotions of regret and acceptance. This poem says much. Superb. Fond regards to you Sandra, Alison

Each and every line of this poem resounds - I love how you personify nature and the elements, a truly soulful write Sandra. Justine

Sandra this poem is something else wow to the writer from across the Atlantic.Every line was just majestic and full of beauty, your poetry just gets better and better. This was just one great write by a special person. cheers Sylvie

Hi Sandra: Touch is a brevity that needs no sound To turn the weather of the world around. beautifull thoughts. If only our governments would take heed; as to the shortness of time. Charles Garcia

The first stanza reminded me of when I was a child, looking up at the sky from a window, watching the snowflakes falling, which appeared black against a white sky, and hoping they would never stop. Of course they always did. The final stanza is stunning. How warm is that touch, that all else is irrelevent! Lovely poem, Patrick