The waxing span of the silver moon
Calls to the breeze of the winters chill
The brittle arms of the lone Birch
Lay still to the frost but are not deterred
And overhead in an Old mans study
Sits a little boy watching all of this quietly
He pulls a quilt to his weary eyes
Watching snowfalls gently like the eiderdown fly
Candles lithe to an enveloped glow
Defeats the shadows, with a golden echo
A thousand creatures, roam up the ceiling
Dragons flicker avidly while unicorns preen near by
The child laughs, as the old man watches
The vital life of youth with imagined glasses
Together they watch the stars and the snow
Forever besieged in this mementos note
A comfortable and homey atmosphere evokes the beauty of home. Well written, very vivid imagery. Makes me glad I am home for the evening and no further tasks to take me outside. Wonderful writing, good poet. Well done!
Strong imagery. Good flow. And, again vivid imagination. Would warm a child's, or an old man's, heart.
Beauty spilled on the page, absolutely enjoyed reading it.
In this mementos note with the muse of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
You wrote that scene like a playwright. a playwright with exquisite poetic skills! ! ! Beautiful, graceful, elegant, full of sensitivity. 10++++++++++++++++ and onto my fav list
Clear vivid image you have crafted dat evoke d imagination.brilliant poem worthy of Praise.cheers
Candles lithe to an enveloped glow/Defeats the shadows, with a golden echo..captivating poetic expression! I find a great poetic beauty in this elegant piece of poetry! Full marks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this. I like this very much. You caught us all up in your Winter's Night Tale! The child seeing candlelight silhouettes- - - - -]A thousand creatures, roam up the ceiling Dragons flicker avidly while unicorns preen near by - - - - - - - - ] that charmed the heck out of me! And your word choices...exquisite! - - - - - - - ]He pulls a quilt to his weary eyes Watching snowfalls gently like the eiderdown fly - - - - - - - - -] The brittle arms of the lone Birch. Very well done!