Snowflakes are falling like a gift of white.
The classic landscape burns incessant, bright.
Old panes picture, literally, scores of frost.
No single note of music has been lost.
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beautiful and musical.....a pleasure to read your poems
Just beautiful Sandra, you are in command of imagery and words setting senses reeling. What a joy to read.
Just lovely Sandra, the final line is brilliant, well done and thanks for the great comments. Best wishes, Andrew
Like a frostbite, this elegy would be remained in the solitary hearts forever, Sandra knows the warmth of snowflakes well.I count the Frosts is your Masterpiece?
Absolutely stunning Sandra. Not a word wasted in this cascade of snowflakes. I really enjoyed the rythmn and cadence to this piece, it could almost be sung. The final line is 'blinding'. Beautiful. Look forward to reading more of your work in 2009. Happy New Year to you too. HG: -) xx
The subject of this beautiful poem is obviously very dear to you Sandra. Love the contrast between the 'scores of frost' in your 'classic landscape' and the warmth and conviviality of the second stanza. I do believe that this wonderful internet shows us how distances of space and time become irrelevant when hearts are open. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
you count the frost like most people count the stars to keep the night of love filled moments going...you painted an exstremely beautiful picture here with colors of beautiful words and feelings here ma'am and i loved it...................thanks for sharing the marvellous piece of art with me and im sorry for myself that i read it very late, this beautiful jewel goes to my favorite list, many 10sssss for this beautiful and soul filling write rgds asif
A very romantic frost, the classic landscape that I miss here; In the music that transgresses space, I see them flakes, the colours...
And I have chased my words in pursuit of knowledge of myself but I've followed your words for inspiration, kind poet. Uriah
Sandra, I felt no cold just warmth in this poem and your closing words are oh so true. Best wishes for 2009 Bob
Its such a beautiful and refined poem that I cannot express in words. Winter is your true charm my dear friend Sandra! Its so romantic, almost classic, to remember old memories while counting the scores of frosts on old panes nearby the fireplace. Nostalgia is crystallized in this poem.
A short poem that overflows with feeling and meaning. The last line was such a delightful surprise for me. I didn't see it coming!
“True poets give themselves away in words” they also paint beautiful pictures with them as well, like you have. Thank you for sharing your works with us. May peace and joy fill your heart each and everyday. Scott
sparkling wordscape laced with fine poetic expressions and an equally enchanting theme
Excellent as always Sandra, you have such beautiful poems. Best wishes, Mari