Poetics: Through the Artist’s Lens
Photo by Sue Ann Rolan-Lommler
Morning falls over the plains
Wind swept fields and carried snow
Only a light dusting overnight
No match for snow fences
Garden white picket fences
Greet the dawn
Long corridors of warming sun
Bring melting snow
A treasure found
Beneath the earth
Laid too bare
My soul’s winter birth
nice…love the corridors of warming sun…the soul's winter birth…now i want some snow and warm sun rays..smiles
I love that you bring this picture back into its grounded reality, the snow fence keeping the other protected. I live somewhere that gets 11+ feet of snow each winter so I really related to you imagery. Nicely done!
Hi Brian! Good Sunday afternoon to you too. Thank you for taking time to visit and leave your kind words. Yes, the warmth of winter's fireplace reminds me of this too — thank you!
Thank you Laurie for your kind words and taking time to read my poem.
Yes, I love the warmth of a winter sun streaming through a window–
ah, an afternoon Sunday nap! 🙂 Thank you Mary for visiting and taking time to read my poem.
Williams Woodsworth's ode to neighbors and fences —
my soul's winter birth….really nice last line….in winter we take what little warmth we can and when we can to store it up for tomorrow…smiles…
Beautiful… I, too, like the ending.
Oh that warming sun in winter is definitely to be appreciated. I like “My soul's winter birth.”
Ah, all the benefits of a fence!