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Post by glenn on Dec 2, 2007 14:23:19 GMT -6
winter morning
the sun is a smudge of silver
in heavy grey clouds
snow falls slowly
soft and light as eiderdown
soundlessly falling down
snow is the blanket
into which the day is received
stillborn
with fingers long as icicles
snow cradles the day
in a cold iron grip
snow like a thief steals warmth
pinches the glow from rosy cheeks
til they turn a deathly pale
cheeks as pale as bones
bones as white as snow
pale and cold as death
snow falls like a curtain
white and formless and still
deep as dreamless sleep
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Post by anirbas on Dec 2, 2007 21:03:02 GMT -6
*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!*
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 12, 2007 15:32:43 GMT -6
Glenn...this was a delight to read...a complete delight...
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Post by glenn on Dec 12, 2007 15:45:55 GMT -6
Thanks!!! I have an urge to change the title of this, but maybe it will pass.
Winter can be very harsh here. I guess the up side of snow is that it brightens up what could be otherwise a long dark winter.
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Post by bichsa on Dec 16, 2007 16:54:11 GMT -6
Glenn as always a treat to read your words ,and with the winter blast that has made my area stand still I sure do relate.peace to you dear soul,cheryl
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Post by glenn on Dec 17, 2007 12:55:45 GMT -6
Thanks, Cheryl.
Yes, I see on the news that eastern Canada and the northeastern States have been hit pretty hard by a winter storm. A foot or two of snow in some places.
Stay warm and safe!
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Post by sasa on Jun 10, 2008 13:34:57 GMT -6
wonderfullllllll!!!!!!!!
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Post by pamela on Aug 23, 2008 21:05:18 GMT -6
This is lovely.
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Post by Sam on Sept 18, 2008 12:10:21 GMT -6
Wow!  Sam |
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Post by vulture on Feb 9, 2010 21:43:19 GMT -6
One word:
EXALT!
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Post by anirbas on Feb 17, 2011 20:44:10 GMT -6
Enchanting work from the desk of our Glenn. Those who've not read it, enjoy!
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Post by nimbusGLOW on Feb 23, 2011 19:47:58 GMT -6
Beyond awesome or astonishing.
Glenn, all at once, your piece feels both
eerily enticing ... yet hauntingly familiar.
I've spent some recent times enveloped
in the billows of snow ... heavy and light.
Every single sensation I was able to feel
in those snow-adventures is articulated
in sheer eloquence through your words.
I began to both love snow, and dread it,
simultaneously. Your composition easily
invokes that same paradox of emotions.
... It is utterly wonderful ...
Thank You so much for stirring up those
ecstatic memorable responses ... they
help me feel alive ... deeply alive again.
I'm totally compelled to add another
*EXALT* (and then some ...)
to join the praise the others offered.
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