A January of Snows

...still feeling the chill of winter

A January of Snows

 

 

syllables and nouns

leap from my throat

in an ebullient attempt

to define

a love

more beautiful than

a January of snows.

 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This brief offering goes nicely with the accompanying picture. It captures a moment that symbolizes a longer period of time, a January containing many snows. It makes one wonder if the poet lives in Buffalo, New York.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, John. I thought it was a lovely poetic expression.

[Dave]

Short and sweet - the beauty you define in the crisp air and the snow contrasting with the billowing red cape .. This is stunningly beautiful - thank you.

Take care - Dave

[Kelly Scheppers]

It was that billowing cape that caught my eye, that inspired me to write this piece. I'm thrilled you enjoyed it, too! Thank you, Dave.

[Dara]

The perfect poem in time for Valentine's Day. Just how does one describe such love that is so difficult to put into words? I believe you captured its essence with an image of snow in January and the haunting photo of the young girl in a flowing red cape. Truly touching and a beautiful tribute to the one you love.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I absolutely love the way the wind was captured in the photo. It stirred me when I saw it and I knew I had to compliment it with a brevity of words. I am thrilled you enjoyed it, Dara. Thank you so much!

[Kay]

First of all, I love the picture you chose! Your choice of "ebullient" as the main adjective in the piece is great, especially in comparing the visuals of the poem. Snowflakes fall in unmeasurable numbers, and your want to define a more beautiful love is boiling, bubbling, overflowing inside of you, unmeasurably. Neat write!

[Kelly Scheppers]

That's me, I'm always bubbling to overflowing! How wonderful to see you, Kay! Thank you!

[AllenS]

Such fun! When you find it post it. I had a similar experience in Red Fall with changing leaves. Nature brings us moments so crystal clear that we can hardly replicate. Its as though we are washed clean in their contemplation.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Nature gives us a most beautiful canvas when it snows. It's almost like she's encouraging us to find the beauty that we miss every day. Thank you so much, Allen!

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

What a beautiful image and poem! They fill my heart with a love that warms the cold winter. So good to read you and hope the world is treating you as gently as a precious snowflake. Sending love. Xo

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your love is deeply felt, Annette...thank you! xo

[Cassie]

This is so so sweet!! How i have missed reading you Kelly

[Kelly Scheppers]

You are so kind, Cassie...thank you!

[Jibey]

Words are the expression of the heart, often struggling to encapsulate the feelings within, sometimes falling together into a poem that has its own life and impact... just as the snow creates a new world while the old world continues its beat...

Your poem gave me much pleasure, as did the image... it caused a stirring, a 'je ne sais quoi' - so hard to define

[Kelly Scheppers]

I know precisely what you mean, Jibey. Thank you so much for your presence here!

[Cherrie Palmer]

You could use that picture for an endless source of inspiration.
It's amazing how everything seems lovelier covered in a fresh dusting of snow.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I agree, Cherrie. It would indeed be an endless source of inspiration. Thank you!

[Cherrie Palmer]

You could put an awesome twist on little red riding hood

[gram linski]

And did you. would you , will you in a cachophony o f sound

[Kelly Scheppers]

This is about as close as I would ever come. Thank you, Gram!