November 11, 2014

A Love of Winter

Floating strands of memories,
flow on time’s river.
Leaving trails of reveries,
a love of winter.

                       Fallen leaves fly to unknown turf,
                       wish to embrace the sky,
                       with destinies tied to earth,
                       no one to hear them cry.

                                           Long gone are summer birds,
                                           their songs lost somewhere,
                                           I search them in my words,
                                           try to catch  their whiff in air.

                                                                           White sheet of freeze,
                                                                           blankets till horizon,
                                                                           withers hills, pines, trees,
                                                                           a love of winter vanishes in horizon............









25 comments:

  1. Alas, the search for summer birds will not be rewarded for several months here. A'white sheet of freeze' covers all.

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  2. Growing up in Northern Canada I, too, love winter. To a little child - snow is magic, and I think a bit of that sticks with one throughout life. Nicely penned, Vandana.

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  3. 'Gone are the summer birds ...... I search for them in my words'
    Your words fly and sing like summer birds, beautifully crafted winter poem :)

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  4. Oh I look forward to when real winter will come. The beauty of the winter blanket is so wonderful compared to Novembeg mud.

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  5. There are so many beautiful words are woven into this poem it is a joy to read.

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  6. i love the scent these pictures make.

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  7. I like the imagery your words create. It's different.

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  8. "Search them in my words ". - lovely shift in perspective

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  9. delicately written. it has an oriental feel - fragile and should be taken care of.

    i like the sounds of seasons on each stanza. love and hate relationship with winter..

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  10. I love this and the chill of hope it gives. Well done.

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  11. "I search them in my words, / try to catch their fragrance in air."...the lines remind me of many a beauty that has been extinct & now only living in words...a beautiful write Vandana as always :)

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  12. Love 'destinies tied to earth'. Winter is definitely settling in here.

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  13. do i detect a hint of melancholy here? lovely imagery though. :)

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  14. I love the idea of memories "floating on time's river". So lovely!

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  15. Vandama,

    A preparation for the inevitable arrival of the winter weather...All else is on hold...

    Eileen

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  16. Long gone are summer birds,
    their songs lost somewhere,
    I search them in my words,
    try to catch their fragrance in air.

    While one will miss Summer heat, winter cold can be a pleasure to have. Wonderful lines Vandana!

    Hank

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  17. Fallen leaves fly to unknown turf,
    wish to embrace the sky,
    with destinies tied to earth,
    no one to hear them cry.

    How truthful is destiny...and how harsh is truth
    very well penned lines!

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  18. loved it ; so poignant; the second paragraph specially
    Fallen leaves fly to unknown turf,
    wish to embrace the sky,
    with destinies tied to earth,
    no one to hear them cry.

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  19. Wonderful use of your form, here, crystallizing for us the progression of beauty to loss. Nice work.

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  20. Love your lines about birds and their songs: 'I search them in my words,
    try to catch their fragrance in air.' ~ Glad you enjoy the snow so much...

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  21. Winter is not my favorit season, yet, I thoroughly enjoyed you poem - so well written.

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  22. Great poem. Loved the way it flowed.

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  23. oh the merriment of winter season. i could feel it in your poem here. magical and frozen.

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