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
Such beauty in these words, just lovely! Lilly :)
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