I sit beside the hearth fire of your words,
A temporary light by feelings heard.
Beyond the dark rim, winter's killing fields
Encroach upon a heart by memory sealed.
Time like a brave old rooftop slants with snow,
Pictures the elegance of far ago,
When warm sound was enough to make the cold,
Paint a sunset of instrumental gold.
I admire your intertwining images and thoughts as well as selection of just the right words, all so successfully done which provides much more imbedded meanings to uncover.
I'm with Ben on this one. Several meanings, but only one that is sad. This should be published....it is that good. A song of images only you could write! ! xxElysabeth
There are colourful images in your words and mellifluous music in the way they flow. I absolutely love this piece. Thanks for sharing your wonderful gift. Take care
‘…Time like a brave old rooftop slants with snow, /Pictures the elegance of far ago, …’ Excellent portrayal of Time…ever read….thanks Ma’am for sharing…loved it much Voted 10++ Ms. Nivedita UK
Words warm the heart and paint woundrously. So beautiful. 10
dear sandraji, sun will set everyday... but your poetic sun will never......
Sandra, this poem is perfection, love the imagery and warm gentleness of your words. Cindy
Your sunset's song is a most wonderful piece Sandra, lovely words. Best wishes, Andrew x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm there. I'll start the fire and put on a pan of cocoa. I'll pour you a cup. Would you like marshmallows?