A Scent Of Snow Poem by Sandra Fowler
A Scent Of Snow
The moon is lemon light, November cold.
The wind is blowing colors all apart.
Old leaves are writing their last signature
Upon the dimming windows of the world.
Time is a gray bird grazing fingertips.
It flies so far the mind cannot forge chains.
One feather falls like solace on bare hands,
An autumn gesture, yet how comforting!
A scent of snow is fragrant on the air.
Deep hollows will be filled with small white stars.
The very thought of that is beautiful,
A lunar landscape fit for fairy tales.
Our night is falling in the window glass,
Subtle as shadows, all its secrets kept.
You paint me quatrains for a souvenir,
Verses become my early Christmas gift.
2008, Sandra Fowler
I never knew such beauty could be seen in lemon light....wonderful...moist eyed in awe John
An unreserved response, enthralling detailing, and winning substance all bundled into this one poem! Loved it… Deva
You are so gifted Sandra, to see these things that only a great artist can see is really something very special indeed. Love, Andrew x
Sandra, So touching from the heart of a poet....your voice sings a melody that touches me deeply. Ah!
Wonderful poem, par excellence. The exquisite imagery and inimitable phrasing make this poem so very dear to me. Thank You, Sandra
Sandra, you have put the moon at the top of this poem. A great poem Sandra dear... magnificent
‘…You paint me quatrains for a souvenir, /Verses become my early Christmas gift.’ I’ve souvenired-in your picturesque metaphor bounty and envy your poetic-psychic-eyes….lolol… 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK
Exquisite and uplifting - the color chosen 'lemon light' so cold I can feel it...another masterpiece Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Sandra, Your first para itself becomes a part of 'classical poetry', - to remain evergreen in the minds of all true poetry lovers! I keep reading poems written by poets of all Nationalities beyond 'poemhunter.com'! I have yet to find such picturesque, beautiful original expressions like yours! ! 10++++++++ With love! - Raj Nandy