winter world

as always, wonderful words from your pen! Funny about the picking of the stars, I used that image in one of my latest pieces, too. Take a look at http://www.neopoet.com/node/20699 if you like. Yours, ~Nina “Like plumbers and dentists, poets are fallible, and the possibility of genuine nonsense cannot be ruled out.” (Mark Haddon)

As i search for your meaning, i am puzzled by your use of 'winter's leftover nights' Perhaps i am reading it wrong, but i feel your describing the coming of winter, summer days waning but collecting these stars to get through the winter to come. I get this feeling because of your line 'and high hills of my decaying land.' which makes me think of fall and the disappearance of lushness. and'...on rusted leaves and open plains of this winter world.' If that be the case, winter is coming.. would not 'winter's approaching nights' or other word open this thought? 'leftover' used here makes me feel winter has passed, but it is in contrast to the rest of the poem. (to me, at least) I really love your lines and the direction/meaning i get and see (even if i changed 1 word!) If i have misread, please, please illuminate me! 2nd stanza, line three (existence) minor minor detail. Always Sincere, Tonya