With branches coated topside white with snow.
And blue the shadows stretched along the ground.
Trees adding sharpness, a wintry view on show,
With dazzling, flickering sunshine, such can astound
The observing eye, which will discern and know
Each picture of nature's wealth, times made renowned.
And on a bench in silence sat a crow,
Held captive by a vista, with no sound.
Then flapping his wings, flew off, swooping quite low,
Leaving behind a frozen prospect to dumfound.
Thus, looking here and there, and to and fro
Across this painted scene, a heart is surely bound.
© Ernestine Northover
I think your work is near perfectly worded, but I am disconcerted by the number of commas, no periods. Where do you break for a breath? I love your work, but maybe the grammer needs a period or two? Given in love, Linda
Such a beautiful scene, so well painted in word. A kindred spirit, I feel, your love of nature often echoes my own. A 10 from me. Regards, Lucy
Lovely, lovely, Ernestine! I have a thing for trees and crows...my walls are covered with pictures of them. Thanks for the beautiful imagery in this poem.
Entrancing. This is beautiful, the set up is brilliance and I envy your skills to describe nature in its purest form. Keep writing, your talent is unique Tallie xxx
You paint such a vivid picture with words, I found myself there. Ron
An astutely piece of observation crafted into a delightful winter scene - brimful of striking images - the contrast of the black crow amongst the delicate backdropp is especially vivid. j xx
A beautiful, descriptive poem Ernestine. You paint a lovely scene with your words. Andrew x
Splendidly visual I could see the black crow against the white winterlandscape
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If we stop and look, we'll see.Great work Ernestine.Love Duncan