winters powders

This is part of my back yard ... beautifully described made me feel like home ...well done craig ... I am sure there is some fault somewhere but I will leave that to the experts :) Love and light Jayne

poems about the sunburnt country, there is so much you can say! Lovely read by the way. Good one :)fleur

you paint a landscape with your words. And I asked weirdelf not so long ago if there ever was snow down under... Thanks for sharing your view and your country with us, we can learn so much from each other here. Yours, ~Nina P.S. kangaroo's -> kangaroos?

greetings, craig; i read your poem 'winter powders" with something reaching solemnity. it seems to me that canada and australia may have the same big WEATHER virus in our consciousness and subconsciousness. as you know, the north pole lands in canada and has always seemed, i daresay, a mystical place in my imagination. weather is a big topic of conversation here - especially where i live (in winnipeg). i think that people living in such extremely diverse places weather-wise tow a bit of the heroic. you have some immensely beautiful phrases and lines here. "that antarctic arms fling untrammelled" is my favourite line. it obviously speaks of far away places but also of unshackled events, even freedom. In "takes its battering from bawling blasts" is wonderfully articulated and is enhanced by the three b's. "water wheeling maelstroms" is ferocious and accented with the two w's along side such a strong word 'maelstrom". i also am impressed with your daring to make up your own grammar ie. sanctuaried. one must pick one's spots. i know a bit about snow. i grew up and live in the "more-or-less" centre of north america. the heat can be unbearable here but the winter is unbearable and yet bearable. the snow and cold bring their own grim news. but great beauty is here - a tranquility which heightens the senses. i live along lake winnipeg which was gifted when the ice age receded. i watch for all manner of wildlife with snow as a giant soft blanket, backdrop. the sky, 100 km from winnipeg, is intensely dark with a monumental show of stars. it really does take one out of oneself. well, i have certainly indulged myself. as i mentioned -- we, here, love to converse about the weather. i am glad you have written this poem. i'm sorry to say i was not crazy about the previous poem you submitted. it gushed with a kind of adolescence. p.s. spelling error "millenia" should be "millennia"

Olya said that I should read your new poem. I have. It is very good and bares your signature in every phrase. Brian

Dear Craig, I loved this poem, it is so nice to read about different landscapes from all over the world on this site, Beslynn