Coming Out Of The Falling Snow Comments

great poem, makes you feel for the poet, ruok, I guess so as none of us are every thing we write, guess concern shows the strength of the poem

Part- 2 Dear Susan madam, you have so incisively delineated on love and nature with memories that it inspires to read over and over again. Thanks again for sharing this lofty poem.

Part-1 Love in two hearts are co-related and associated with nature. Memories flow from past to present. Sweet memories provide pleasure where as bitter memories brings pain. Experience on summer is separate from winter. In winter the winds blow chill and beloved or lover still waits for lover or beloved like the swan at dawn down at the icy lake. In summer dreaming of summer picnic, catching fishes etc. are interesting.

Life at half way, still there is a lot in the clay, here is a green embryo, here is a plant of branches and leaves, here is an amorous pink rose, and lo its aroma has attracted a colorful butterfly. Love at half way somewhere between the plains and the hills can still bring the lost charms of the life. That's how I thought when I read this beautiful poem.

One of the best poems ever. It will accompany me from now on as a blessing of beauty and poetic excellence and perfection. A true poetic gem from a most sensitive and beautiful soul.

If this marvel is what comes out of the Falling Snow Let it snow, now and forever, for I'll know just where to go To find the most beautiful images and verses ever, And never forget the poet that made it so.

Again visiting this poem I feel happy. This is a brilliant poem of memory and love. Coming out of the falling snow from the distant green hills still picture mind in real dreamland.

The poem gives a feeling that there is a desire to coax happier memories to appear out of the falling snow however the chilling winter images of the white fox and the frozen mouse emerge instead...... come out, come out all that are hiding in the falling snow free from penalty yet there is a reluctance to wholly surrender....let us instead meet halfway.

Simply Breath Taking! ! ! ! ! Ever So Beautifully & Dreamy Painting! ! ! ! ! Melts My Heart Such Feel! ! ! ! ! Never Surrender! ! ! ! ! Ollie Ollie Oxen Free, Awesome! ! ! ! ! Many Many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ++++++Thank You So Much For Sharing This Wonderful Poem! ! ! ! !

Susan, I had to stop and read this several times. This is just brilliant. Linking snow and time...it also a way of communing with youth, or one's youth. The idea of snow and passage of time and how bittersweet the actual relationship to one/to that which is loved. The irony is that on snowy days, when the snow piles up and forces the physical environment to grind to halt....is precisely when I feel that time has been arrested. A perfect 10!

'I still wait for you like the swan at dawn down at the icy lake ...yearning for his mate' A sweet lyrical write that can be sung by a chorus with the accompaniment of an orchestra! It gives the feel of the gentle falling snow! Lovely!

What a beautiful write I was there with you I particularly liked 'from snow bank to snow bank after the old mouse scrawny and cold stiff and old casting no shadow' such a lyrical description This is so well written you take the reader on a journey from young summer memories to Winter's cold and snow. with a magnificent full stop 'ollie ollie oxen free ...our day is at end' Thanks Andy

Enjoyed your poem very much. I am still in Seattle and it snowed heavily four days back. Everything was white. This is my first experience of snow. Although the snow has melted now and gone, your beautiful poem has brought back the white landscape back to me. There is great beauty about it. Thank you. (10)

Hi Susie, A beautiful poem on love and longing: coming out of the falling snow the distant green hills grow farther away from me with the passage of time With the passage of time, everything grows farther away from us, even memories. But then, when moon rises in the night, memories come back, fluttering their colorful little wings, silently. And the longing, the separation hurts you like a shining sabre! Very emotional poem..Truly Susanic! Relived the days of love and longing and separation.. Thank you..10++

Moon rising in the night, casting shadows across the bed.....oh how this can intoxicate a memory, extracting a memory is hard enough but you did more here, you summoned up emotions in everyone who had the privilege of reading this wonderful poem! a 10 for sure! !

The succession of images is captivating and beautifully organized to make a compelling story. A feeling of distance towards nearness. Yes, it has to go in my favourites' list, Sue

Oh yes, i can identify as i am sure many can; love the hide and seek aspect- -ollie ollie oxen free - and ready or not, here i come...the two, meeting halfway...should have always been together but even near the end, it's better- just really, really pulled at my heart strings - and yes, wouldn't it be lovely if everything that should have been - finally, even near the end, becomes. A 10++++++++++++++++++

A wonderful piece of writing. Coming straight from the heart. Coming out of the falling snow....an apt title that tugs at heart's strings gently n soothingly. You have depicted memories of love n the wait for love through winter imagery in this most enchanting write with a great poetic flair. A super 10.

What a lovely surprise, Susan, to find on my desktop this afternoon such a captivating gem. This work is a gratifying journey, with gentle turns, each stanza a bend in the road revealing a wondrous new and distinct vista. You carry us from the nostalgic mists of memory itself, to the glowing warmth of summer days, to winter's chill edge of death, and turning finally home to the comfort and warmth of love's hearth. A truly beautiful panoply of imagery, Susan. Lovely writing.