November Dreams

When Heaven moves in mysterious Clouds that form our Journey... when we become Artists of the Sky with Angel Wings to fly over Fields of Heather where Fairies dance... and pray for Romance..

Sleepy Owls and howling Wolves are harbingers of Snowy nights 

when the Moon peeks over the twinkling Stars.  

The Midnight Charm of Venus empowers Lovers to 

become Dragons of the Knight of Golden Light. 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pat, the cold snowy nights of winter with creatures hungry for food , may be incredibly beautiful in there imagery, but give me the promise of spring when the daffodils will trumpet and bluebells will ring in green glades. Then, I will come out of hibernation. Thank you always for the gift of your poetry.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris... the Winter is a time for keeping warm and we are praying for the Warmth of the Sun to be our "Saving Grace". When we think of others less fortunate, it is difficult to really enjoy the Snow. Your words have given me courage to think of Spring where Buds will appear and Creatures will roam at will. softly, Pat

[Writergurl (Mama's Girl..]

I love your opening two lines, this is wonderfully written, I love the imagery i got with the write/

[AYVID N]

Dear Pat,
Your words drip magic. As if the universe and all its creatures were created for love and lovers dance in its Golden Light. Your imagery is as powerful as its breathtaking. I love your poetry.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Divya... it is written... "Life is not made of breathless moments, but of Moments that take your Breath Away". Flowers soften our Hearts with Pardon from the Sun. Sweet dreams... always, Pat

[Neville]

November dreams filled with such perfect and likewise poetic imagery .. could never be nightmares no matter the darkness deep .. for each one is caressed both lightly and brightly .. Neville

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Neville… we have witnessed a November where people have been tortured and killed to the point that Life remains a Nightmare waiting to happen. Stilll… we are programmed to be optimistic and hopeful. Thank you for your encouragement. If only we could wave a Magic wand of Healing change. gently, Pat

[Neville]

now wouldn't that be a fine thing ..

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A descriptive poem set out in four lines that paint a picture of winter's discontent and the power of keeping the light of another spring/summer in mind in order to survive.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John... Winter's discontent... when the Fox and Bear slept in Caves and we cuddle by Fires where Soup simmering will nourish our body and soul with turnips, carrots, potatoes and wild onions.... until Spring becomes a messenger of new beginnings. gently, Pat

[Daz]

A wonderful write you have here. The imagery is outstanding.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jodash... I appreciate your gracious Review. This is a Winter of Discontent where millions of people will suffer. If only our Leaders would concentrate on Humanity. If it were not for us... the Power would not be in the Hands of the Elected. softly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I want to touch those Wolves and calm them...let them know they will survive another winter...we all will.
and then there will be the Golden Light of spring once more.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob.. Elvis sang a Song about The Touch of the Masters Hand. It is so soothing to listen to his Voice. Once again we want to Calm the Stormy Sea. Many people want to have the Peace that passeth Understanding. Thank you for your Words. softly, Pat

[Lorry]

A lovely write as ever Patricia, with a touch of sadness to me too, through no fault of yours I might add.
We lost an entire family of owls during lockdown, through bird flu apparently, when our regular night time visitors stopped swooping their majestic white shapes that always caught your attention, when they were all found in the morning at the bottom of the tree they called home for many years.
Now there place has been taken by a family of magpies and they have certainly brought the tone of the neighbourhood down with their constant squawking at all hours of the day and night.
The owls were much better neighbours and their twit twoo's are sadly missed.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lorry... Our Country has published a Bird and Blooms Magazine that is cherished by Bird Lovers. It is delivered about eight times a Year withPhotos and Articles about their Habits and Songs. So many Birds, in Feathers of many Colors. This Month of November an Owl os featured, as tucked in an opening in a n old Oak Tree. The Eyes are all-knowing. I appreciate your Review. We did have an Owl on our Deck for a Season and we are still Haunted by the Presence of Great Wisdom. softly, Pat