I think you know that this is winter day.
This time last year woodsmoke blew us away.
Frost wrote the poem on tall panes of gray.
That was the morning of the yellow finch,
A dropp of sun upon a garden bench.
Light raised the bird's momentum, inch by inch.
You held your coffee cup up to the sky,
Promised as long as yellow birds could fly,
This anniversary would never die
I hold your words much prettier today.
Though where the bird went, who could ever say?
Memory locks all emptiness away.
Sandra another great poem beautiful in every aspect and so full of content. cheers Sylviex
Truly a wonderful evocation of mood, and memory. 'I hold your words much prettier today' - and indeed, each time I read your works, new aspects of your unified accomplishment open up to me. Your play of word, light, shadow, color - always amazes, and besides - sounds beautiful. - Will
I loved the line 'Light raised the bird's momentum, inch by inch' so very visual... wonderful write
A nice structure, the rhyming triplets must have been difficult especially as the emotional message they carry is so strong. For me it has an immense undertow of sadness, loss and reflection. I hope I have interpreted correctly. Patrick
i used t his poem in my third grade winter poem contest i just wanted to say thanks I WON! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Winter has a particular day for us: 4th February. On that 'Winter Day' all of us want to stay closer to you, praising your verses so warm and lovely! Warmest wishes, Maria
The chill of winter melts away with the warmth of your words. Excellent work Sandra, best wishes, Andrew
Again, there is that shrp edge on you beautiful nature poems. This time I had to wait unitl the last line. It takes an extra abount of skill to do both in one poem. Several of my favorite poets deal with this duality of nature and humanity: Robert Frost, Robinson Jeffers and you. Tom
You should be regularly published in a West Virginia travel magazine because I never wanted to see the state until I started reading you. Blessings, Bill Grace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great as all ways take care. Roy.