This is like a song. A song sung bleu ?
Ah, winter ! How I miss yeu !
Well maybe not , but the rythm of this poem
is pleasing and inescapable, it beats into the senses
the message of longing for the one lost, even if the one
is only old man winter.
Very nice and intriguing poem.
Thank you !
---- Eagle Cruagh
Hate to be the party pooper to this ode to winter, but please come back another decade or two. Am being snowed under here in the Toronto, Onatrio region, with over 80 cm of snow in the month of Febraury. With more snow to fall this weekend. You paint a beautiful image of winter within the reader's mind, with the imagery of flowers and dew drops. Alas, my heart is frozen to winter's charm. Thank you for sharing this poem with us.
with a whispered fall," wonderful opening lines.
I have always enjoyed Winter's hush. I think of Winter as a time for reflection, and an excuse to get cozy!
I like the imagery, the poem reads soft and smooth.
Well, I can't say that I shall miss this winter when it passes... hasn't been fun for me. LOL However, this is a lovely work. It flows peacefully like a snowy field. Really fine work.
This is like a song. A song sung bleu ?
Ah, winter ! How I miss yeu !
Well maybe not , but the rythm of this poem
is pleasing and inescapable, it beats into the senses
the message of longing for the one lost, even if the one
is only old man winter.
Very nice and intriguing poem.
Thank you !
---- Eagle Cruagh
"So where you headed in this old broken town, where the day glow orange of the midnight moon is the warmth you gather around? What's there to see apart from the dusty nights under sewn matress skies, .. more..