I heard her before I ever saw her.
Powder snow, moonlit path
Her prints so fine, light as the night
Somewhere ahead, that tantalizing hiss
The pond her refuge, revealed at last
Pine wreathed icy jewel of paradise
No place on earth would I rather be
Cloaked in shadow, intoxicating wonder
Graceful dancing crystal bird
With blades for wings she soared
Moon mirror split by her silhouette
The stars witness to sweet harmony.
Entranced, I knew, all yesterdays were folly
You could not have convinced me otherwise
That all of this planet's storied history
Was but a mere prelude for this very moment.
So I wrote a comment on your poem and then it never showed up! I LOVED this poem....the figurative language and imagery here skate on the ice! WOW! I just enjoyed reading it because it was so beautiful and flowing. Talk about a special magical moment....you just described it in every amazing detail... Yes, this is definitely beauty, hope, and magic. And tell me...what of this graceful dancing crystal bird? Was she a woman or really a bird? Do tell! :)
you have presented your feelings very well in the poem, thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you so much Pam, the woman is the crystal bird and like the still starry night and icy stage she becomes one with the moment. I could see her in my mind's eye believing herself to be alone in the magic world. Snow slowing drifting downward impossibly snow and hypnotic. When all of the elements of time, space and elegance combine all at once it seems that all of the distractions and shortcomings of human imperfection and pettiness mean nothing and in the farthest reaches of the universe no seven moons of a celestial horizon would equal her and our earthly heaven. How it is that you never fail to capture the essence of even some of my most seemingly obscure wanderings is a tribute to your amazing perception, which speaks to you as a person. Thank you Pam for seeing and loving these tributes.