Winnow The Wind.
Soft as the cobwebs that dance the vine.
Sweet as the droplets that dew the rose.
Warm as the first taste of fruity red wine
Is love which once relished sturdily grows.
Harsh as raw winds in the willow's branch.
Cold as the mountain stream's winter flow.
Dry as the drought that wilts any romance
Is life when empty of love's felt under-tow.
So winnow the wind divide chaff from grain.
Refine frozen gold then grasp love's flame.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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True love is oblivious to harsh realities, for it embraces even a sliver of hope and positively thrives when one 'winnow the wind' as so romanticized by your words
A bundle of thank yous Suresh for your read and comment on Winnow the Wind - - delighted you found the piece positive on the subject of love.
Indeed, so true and timely
as ever, beautifully penned!
Happy New Year dear Fay!
Thanking you for your visit and encouraging comment L.B. - and a Happy New Year to you too.
Good write Fay.
Thank you dear Orchi.
Sweet as the droplets that dew the rose.
UMMM
Stay safe madam Fay, I need you to live through to next year and many more coming, that we keep enjoying such soothing words of yours again and again, keep sharing.
What an upbuilding set of wishes for not only my safety but for my continuing efforts to write readable poetry - I am sincerely humbled and thanking you masses Amon - --
Always welcome
Good writ Fay
Thank you Jerry and so glad you enjoyed the read.
Super penwomanship Fay - as always.
Ah - - bless ya for dropping by for a read Mike - -- glad you got the gender correct in that deeeelishushly impressive title my friend.
Loves flame is always there and will always light our way.
Andy
That is so true my friend - thank you for your visit and read.
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