As I Count Your Days Comments

Imagery immense…nice treat… Ten… Ms. Nivedita UK

'each one as unique as a poem thought'...truely wonderful poem

exquisite work m'am.............so smooth and tender.......great imagery. 10 all the way

a wonderful write..and once again, full of imagery as you can truly do it.Full of emotions poured out on this piece.

the depth of memories is simply not measurable, but your magical quill has managed to fathom those depths.

Sandra, you have a way with words and weave magic with your deep insight and imagery. a short poem, but very evocative.10. i could feel so many emotions reading it. winter lanscape, mood and then the warm ending. love Mamta

purity of bonding is always everlasting.

I do not know anyone on the contemporary seen who writes of love with greater power than SF. Bill Grace

'The landscape is the color of old wood. Vividness would disturb its elegance.' I found those two lines really beautiful. They give the poem atmosphere and reality, a backcloth to the whole picture, the whole scene. And your last two lines finished off the poem superbly. An enjoyable read for me. Thank you, Sandra. Love, Fran xx

you really do know how to decribe out side picture of the beautiful things that your eyes do see, and brings them to your heart and mind to be able to place them into such wonderful poetry.

take me in your mind, let me there a while to live your mind. wonderful write.

Sandra, I was captivated by the first line and even more enchanted by the second. Your words paint such exquisite pictures. Warmest wishes, Justine

I can almost smell the moss in the dense woods, a wonderful write full of feeling and imagery, Love Duncan

Your depth of feeling is conveyed exquisitely and powerfully in a relatively short poem. It is sometimes difficult to achieve one beautiful image in a single poem, but you've magically created several with this stellar offering. A most enjoyable read. Thank you immensely. Kindest regards, Greg XXO

very good one sandra. keep going.

i love how you describe the snowflakes as holding evaporated stars. that sounds so magical..

I see why your list of accomplishments as a writer is so full. This really is beautiful. The images of the winter day....just beautiful. Sincerely, Mary

My fear is that poetry and poets no longer mean anything in a world of immense suffering on the one hand and worship of technology on the other hand, in the midst of this my fear, you reassure that poetry and art are as eternal as love itself, thanks for that!

Sandra this poem has proved to me what a gifted writer you are. To write words like that first line is something else. It is so beautiful. I Count the Snow Flakes as I Count the Days. To remember someone in that way to me would be everlasting. cheers Sylvie

Splendid! The depth of warm memories is measureless.The poem gives a nostalgic pain..............like a chil blain.The painful whisper It echoes....forever! Sandra, one more elegy you painted on the canvas of soul.