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Dreaming of Sol
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Snow sifting drifts
laying cold glitter sheets
across the frozen landscape
creating art impressions
like acid etching glass,
open space undulating,
small hills and depressions,
bedecked veil of white.
The silence is deafening,
quiet surpassing peace
briefly punctuated by the call of a bird,
shrieking sharp whistle
attacking the silence.
The fresh smell of snowfall wafts
as it settles and glistens
in the light of silver moonbeams,
randomly peeping through clouds.
Oh the taste of peace,
frigid tranquility,
my mesmerized imagination soaring
to another time and place.
fall
fall
falling
as the moor welcomes its quilt
sleeping with a cold heart,
dreaming of Sol
The great American poet,
The great American poet, Wallace Stevens (whom I have been reading for forty years as of this coming October) wrote numerous poems about the emergence of the sun in spring after the shortened days of winter. Your poem here is just as dramatic and moving as any of his on that topic.
Starward
Thanks
for such a stunning review
Much appreciated!
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