Snowflakes create mosaics of moonlace.
They paint fantastic shadows on the glass.
A word or two accents the falling day.
Dusk flickers like a magic picture light.
The mood is older than Methuselah,
As ageless as a speech by Robert Byrd.
Time captures him in his Novemberness,
Eternal as the Appalachian frost.
For the Senator whose love of poetry is legendary.
You've done it again. I guess that's the wonder of the creative spirit - not to mention an abiding love of the English language. Your Novemberness is superb. You share your Senator with grace and skill. I particularly enjoyed your 'mood is older than Methusela' and the alliteration that you have sprinkled generously over this glorious poem. Love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Sandra, Alison's comment really sums up my enjoyment of this lovely poem. I did not know your Senator was fond of poetry, he must be close in age to Methusela? Brilliant as usual Love Bobx
Sandra, thank you for sharing this poem. Just loved it! Use of words like 'Novemberness, comparison with Methuselah, images of 'snowflakes, moonlace'...Everything was fabulous. A perfect 10!
Like the image I get with the first stanza-very pretty-the word or two-in my state, might not be pretty though ;) ...very lovely poem.
I keep being fascinated by the softness, elegance, wisdom, and magic of your poetry, dearest Sandra. This imagery is warmly eternal for us! Maria
November cool and snow flakes are always touched in all minds beyond the age, to watching the moon inside the glass is created wonderful moods, it leads us tremendous locations, fast and slow, nice,10+
a special tribute, a beautiful painting, everlasting art 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautifully worded piece Sandra, exceptional opening line. I really enjoyed reading it. Love, Andrew