Coming Out Of The Falling Snow Poem by Susan Williams
Coming Out Of The Falling Snow
coming out of the falling snow
the distant green hills
grow farther away from me
with the passage of time
let us meet halfway
and all who are hiding
ollie ollie oxen free
...our day is at end
.
dreaming of a summer picnic
down by the old fishing hole
...sunlight and laughter
waking up and rolling over
can't think of a thing
at this hour of the morning
just remembering seagulls sailing the sky
swinging and swaying together
like couples
on a dance floor
.
coming out of the falling snow
on a winter day
the white fox
creeping
stalking
from snow bank to snow bank
after the old mouse
scrawny and cold
stiff and old
casting no shadow
.
moon rising in the night
spilling shadows across the bed
and your lovely face
while time passes by
and the winter winds blow chill
I still wait for you
like the swan at dawn
down at the icy lake
...yearning for his mate
I will not yield I will never surrender
.
moonlight riding our sky
my requests
are always very simple
...love me and hold me
let us meet halfway
and all who are hiding
ollie ollie oxen free
...our day is at end
.
.
...................© 2016 by Susan Williams
......................December 10,2016
Part- 2 Dear Susan madam, you have so incisively delineated on love and nature with memories that it inspires to read over and over again. Thanks again for sharing this lofty poem.
Dear Kumarmani, you give me hope to keep writing Thank you so much
Part-1 Love in two hearts are co-related and associated with nature. Memories flow from past to present. Sweet memories provide pleasure where as bitter memories brings pain. Experience on summer is separate from winter. In winter the winds blow chill and beloved or lover still waits for lover or beloved like the swan at dawn down at the icy lake. In summer dreaming of summer picnic, catching fishes etc. are interesting.
A very beautifully expressed critique on this poem fot whigh i ckfb - -oops fell asleep or something- -uhmm- -for which I thank you for takinf the time and caring to produce for this. You have always supported my efforts with generosity and wise remarks!
Life at half way, still there is a lot in the clay, here is a green embryo, here is a plant of branches and leaves, here is an amorous pink rose, and lo its aroma has attracted a colorful butterfly. Love at half way somewhere between the plains and the hills can still bring the lost charms of the life. That's how I thought when I read this beautiful poem.
Wow! Now that is a beautifully poetic comment. My poem is, however, not intended to be gently sweet but a bit more on the bitter sweet side...
One of the best poems ever. It will accompany me from now on as a blessing of beauty and poetic excellence and perfection. A true poetic gem from a most sensitive and beautiful soul.
You always make me feel better about my writings- encouraging me to write more and more. And you are the one with the beautiful soul, Sandra dear! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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great poem, makes you feel for the poet, ruok, I guess so as none of us are every thing we write, guess concern shows the strength of the poem
thank you for reading and commenting, Keith, I think what we write is just a small part of who we are at a specific moment in time