Snow charm

I am so surprised that you managed to make it rhyme! not an easy thing to do! it softly slipped off the screen and gave me goosebumps. I'm so proud, my little charmstress, your best one yet! your Proprietress

This poem reminds me of a walk I took with my wife through the falling snow some years back. The flakes were indeed noiseless and the scene was enthralling, as in your poem. Best wishes, Robert.

I like the theme. It is way too cold for me to walk in any snow and chatter, but i am glad i can feel the charm it brings to this poem. The language is clear and refreshing like the silent whiteness of the snow. Respectfully Yours, Barbara

the clean quiet of fresh snow is indeed quite beautiful... but like Barbara, I enjoy it from the window now... When I was young I would stay out in it until my ears were red and hurting, fingers and toes as well as my nose... but.. now... it is too cold for me. enjoyed this silent walk with you in the crisp clean quiet. Richard

Your piece actually makes me yearn for winter up north, which I never thought possible! Snow is about the only thing I miss from my time in the Northern hemisphere. Lovely, evocative write. Regards, Jo

I expect that from you. But once any poem goes to the second person I get fucking suspicious of inspirationalism! You almost got away with it but the last 4 lines make me scream "No one nor anybody nor any poem tells me what to do or feel!" Sorry, just don't cop that. cheers, Jess

As children, my brother and I would often play in the snow after dark. The world was magic, muffled, beautiful. We haven't seen or spoken to one another for 15 years, but your poem reminded me of just how precious those memories are to me. ~ Ronda

Simple, unblended and beautiful. Espen.

I have loved the snow and still stand upon exiting the MACS convienence store looking up at the corner while the soft glow of city lights turns the scene to an amber fire the snow falling like down in its quiet way and an old Siouxsie and the Banshees tune RUNNING RED OVER WHITE has a line "out in the snow muffled..the last quiet night..the last sacrifice.. running red..over white" would lay out in the snow at the edge of the yard light the woods just beyond looking at the stars as dusk fell from violet to dark the bathing light would fail and we would get chilled and run to the comfort and safety of the door (when I was a child in our northern home) Japanese have great winter scenes in movies and books the only season that makes us feel of the primitive vunreable mortal and I have been in the light falling snow of a dark gazebo with one whom stole my heart and kissed her the flakes poised on her red hair like a fine veil

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