Take me back to the
sparkle of younger eyes
of the glistening snow
on a clear clear winter's night ,
by the brightness of a full moon's
silvery light
The fireplace with the
roaring flames high
and the lights down low ,
the blue flames with the
orange firecoals aglow
Sometimes hearing a hoot owl
hollering up on the hill
far away In the trees ,
when outside on the porch
in the cold winter breeze
I would look out of my window
sometimes when I awoke
late at night ,
and see a tree's shadow moving in the wind
I thought was scary
from the full moon's light
The trees on the hills
dancing with each other
when a strong gust of wind blows,
and the snow falling from them
filling the air
as it goes
They are like players on a stage
putting on a real show,
for no one else but me
for only I know
These are some of the memories
of when I was a child
so many years ago ,
and I might not have remembered them
if it wasn't for tonight's full moon
beautiful snow
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Author:
Desertwind (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Remembering living in the country, when I was a child.
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Comments2
Beautiful poetry with a beautiful imagery
A great canvas painted with words
The words of childhood and the precious memories
Well penned dear poet
Welcome to MPS
And keep writing and sharing
Let the pen do its magic
Thanks for sharing dear poet
Thanks for the welcome, and your great comment .
'They are like players on a stage
putting on a real show,
for no one else but me
for only I know'..
(how deftly intimate, in tonality
a wonderful flight
of whimsical, literary delight
upon your reverie's wings
and a reader's, imagined scenes..
thank you! for choosing to share)
Thank you so much for reading my poem. I also thought that was a wonder interpretation of it.
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