SF (February,4,1937 / W. Columbia, WV, USA)

An Elegy In Frost

Cold sunshine writes our elegy in frost,
Author of light a million snowflakes lost,
All gone forever into swirling air,
A dance of death that is no longer there.

Pure poetry becomes a stanza said,
Classical white a message left unread,
While we stand longing for a winter past,
Hurt by a mood that was too fey to last.

West is a shadow wrapped around frail bones,
Your hand in mine for eloquence atones.
Touch is a brevity that needs no sound
To turn the weather of the world around.

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' Cold sunshine writes our elegy in frost, Author of light a million snowflakes lost, All gone forever into swirling air, A dance of death that is no longer there.' Amazing poem with nice imageries.
beautiful poem carved in the wordwork of your poem, cold and very warm...1st visit kind regards uavanice 1
The winter landscapes seem to lend themselves to your words beautifully Sandra. This was a wonderful illustration of such a statement. Tender poetry from your pen. Enjoyed. HG: -) xx
dear sandra, it has always been a pleasure reading you. i am glad that i found you on this site. keep on.
Wow. I love it. Really superb. Thanks.
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