Poetics: Through the Artist’s Lens
03SaturdayNov 2012
Photo by Sue Ann Rolan-Lommler
http://wwwsueann.blogspot.com/
Morning falls over the plains—
windswept fields and carried snow.
Only a light dusting overnight—
No match for snow fences.
Garden white picket fences
greet the dawn
and long corridors of warming sun
bring melting snows.
A treasure found
beneath the earth
laid too bare—
My soul’s winter birth.
Shadowleaves on Lake Ann 
nice…love the corridors of warming sun…the soul's winter birth…now i want some snow and warm sun rays..smiles
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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!
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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!
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Thank you Laurie for your kind words and taking time to read my poem.
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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.
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Williams Woodsworth's ode to neighbors and fences —
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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…
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Beautiful… I, too, like the ending.
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Oh that warming sun in winter is definitely to be appreciated. I like “My soul's winter birth.”
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Ah, all the benefits of a fence!
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