A balmy breeze belies the date
February simpers
Dried leaves left to rustle at the touch
Crumble beneath the feet of the Weary
Cautiously walking around the bends
Aware of the mysteries lurking
Behind each shadow
Fearful despite faith
Bold of mind
Stout of heart
Yet ever doubtful
Daring to revel in the beauty...
Plantain trunks divided
Firs bowing
Willows swaying
The earth still dormant
Beneath the glow of the full moon
Stark branches a tracery of hope
Against the midnight sky
And from the North
The arctic storms approach
To bear down upon the quivering soul
With icy force of winter
Will flakes fall?
Gently, in utter beauty?
Or will ice wrap brittle gloves round souls
Yearning for sunny promise?
Does he grant secret wishes
This Snow Moon?
The wanderer's path winds along
The veiled vale of dreams
Reality pales for this night only
copyright 2006 RDP
blessings ~ rhonda
Snow is cool, but I'm REALLY ready for the succulence of Springtime!
Blessings to the seasons of the changes in our lives.
cynth'ya lewis reed
Being a Child of the Moon myself...I know the Snow Moon grants wishes and prayers...
Dream on...:)
Love and Blessings
Peter
Sandie May Angel :o)
This nature write was fantastic
loaded with imagery
as a painted picture
Thank you for sharing
I still whistle while walking through darken paths
Those I don't avoid that is
William
Love & Peace
'Pea' <3
When wisdom touches a heartful of love, and art flows on to the lake of knowledge the lenses of the soul capture the "Snow Moon", and The American Fine Letters receives a glowing page in honor of The Mother Poet; (NATURE) and we understand what Poetry is.
Visting this Page is always a pleasant time, and "Snow Moon" shows us why it is that way.
I salute You, Poet Regina Ponds.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Love it.
Regis
I remember such nights, from long ago. You've captured not only the snow of the moon, but, the snow of the soul, in February's winter hearth. I see key passages which pass the soul of time, yet, each line contains its own image. Snow Moon is beautiful, from the eyes of a maiden maden.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Love Tinka
*Will flakes fall?
Gently, in utter beauty?
Or will ice wrap brittle gloves round souls
Yearning for sunny promise?*
Outstanding!!!! Peace.
Love,
Eileen
'Or will ice wrap brittle gloves round souls
Yearning for sunny promise? '
You and I on the same page today. Outstanding imagry; excellent verse! Many lovely lines...BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.