Your hand grows gnarled.
It makes a fretwork shadow on my face.
The judgment of the mood is Biblical.
I hear you counting red leaves as they fall.
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I can hear church bells where I live. They're not so picturesque as yours.
The contents of this write stupendous, scaling the heights of your imagination Sandra from beginning to end - Bravo.
Amazing Sandra, I can smell the dampness of dusk and feel the sunset in my eyes. I love it. N
And for me the last two lines are simply electricity. Bill Grace
Talk about a poet who gives us a reframe of the world. I find lines 5,6, & 7 of particular power, if not liberation. Bill Grace
Reverence is the word that comes to mind after reading this wonderful poem. Bells of Dust - for whom the Bell Tolls - images of majesty with an unpretentious touch. Sandra, this piece is thoroughly satisfying - like a perfectly cooked meal. Your work continues to surprise and delight. love, Allie xxxx
jRobert Frost knew how to write outdoor and nature poems very well. Well you my lady do a very fine job of doing it also. you are a very fine poet, keep 'em coming.
Beautiful imagery abounds - I love the image of 'The heavy candlelabra of gray trees' - it's so evocative. You create such a presence with your words Sandra. Simply lovely. Justine
There is just so much about this piece to like, the emotion pours onto the page Far greater than fine wine, and you show the ability to lift a soul even when the mood Be melancholy Amazing piece Love duncan X
Sandra>>>A bountiful display of image and stanzaec mellifluousity...Fine crafting F.J.R.
This poem will remain with me for quite some time to come, the imagry as usual is smashing, the content is awesome, you are a true poet. Absolutely brilliant work. Thankyou--Melvina--
i love this poem, and all your others that relate love and so many emotions to nature, i cant stop reading your work. ben
Being born and raisedin the hills of Eastern Tennessee, I think gives me more insight of your thoughts. Or it might just be me. A truely wonderful work. Joe
What a fantastic poem. The imagery is stunning! It is a very complex, dramatic piece. I especially savored the second to the last stanza.
I am grateful for this poem. I'd read it before, perhaps. But the gnarled hand - this time - was a greater benison. It was truly a gift, for me. The form, the content, the images - the flow of time. I truly needed this gift. Bless you. I'd never unravel the compexity, even if forced to do so by a Graduate Student, grading Term Papers. But - sigh - it would be a lovely thing to try. Thank you for posting this. I'll have sweeter dreams, I'm sure.
Fine, fine poem. The meter in the line 'The woodsmoke of the dusk is indigo' is perfection.
wow what an amazing poem, i am so adding it to my favorites list and giving it a 10. love always starr
Surely, one of the best poems I've read. All I can say is praise for it.
A wonderful poem Sandra. You have beautifully presented things that are predestined and scheduled.5 stars for this thoughtful write Sandra dear.