I met you in a poem, dark leaves fell.
Sun rode the swift tide of November fields.
Gray power enclosed the music of the form.
White trees startled the rhythm of quatrains.
Cloud creatures fumed in a wind faded sky.
Their struggle opened bright eye holes in space.
We looked into that western window light,
And watched ourselves dance down with next year's leaves.
A nice poem with wonderful metaphors. Amazing composition, lovely. Enjoyed and added 10.
'I met you in a poem'....the essence of what a poem is all about! An extraordinaire choice of title!
This poem may be connoted in many ways… Here all the seasons are met in the lines of a poet….the various seasons describe our mood…sooth us, guide us…, Love comprehended in nature’s changing phase…. Exotic imagery……well composed lines..
Dear Sandra, I have met you through your poems and so have you! For me it was an exhilarating experience so true! May you continue to compose such delightful verses and may the Lord bless you! 10 + -Raj
Sandra, this one is full of 'let loose' imagination: 'Cloud creatures fumed in a wind faded sky Their struggle opened bright eye holes in space' I absolutely love the title which made me stop and then on reading the unusual first line, 'I met you in a poem, dark leaves fell' intrigued me to read on. Atmospheric, dark, magical and mysterious!
Sandra, your gift for poetry is exceptional, each one I read I enjoy even more. This one has the word longing running through, just like next years leaves. Autumn here. Warm Regards Bob
it sound incredulous 'to meet in a poem' but it is possible! and not only that, for two souls to commune, as is evident in your poems. And if I remember right, we two did meet in a poem, introduced by a Cat named Snow!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so classic. I admire your poetic skill.10++ here. Jim