Early snow
Like dust in a shaft;
For one moment there is no one
In all the world.
Only the wind
Like the hiss of a ice skate;
Only a few flakes in the darkness
Melting on my coat.
My heart is not free.
My thoughts fly to you in the city,
Your quiet street with its windows
Brightly lit.
We think of each other
In the loneliness of love,
While the snow flies
And the nights are dark.
See how the course of a poem changes: in the first two stanzas the description of the landscape and then that third and fourth definitive stanza, @johnjgeddes. In this poem we see how the lyrical voice refers us to the cold and loneliness of the landscape, which we sense is also within it. But in solitude and cold, there is a memory that unites them beyond distance. And winter sometimes has nothing to do with the weather, but with feelings.Two people together in memory! And if someone remembers you, that person is close, not far. Because distance is not measured in kilometres, but in forgetfulness and memories. Nice night for you.
How wonderful to have a poet read a poet and explain the creative process. Thank you, my friend :)
I have read that remembering is going through the heart again. In this poem, the memory is tied to two distant loves, but present in thought and feeling. The images are beautiful to express melancholy and desire to have love on the side. A poem to treasure in the heart, beautiful. Good evening, @johnjgeddes.
I love that line - remembering is going through the heart again - such a beautiful thought! Thank you
Another excellent poem, as always. Freedom is always fleeting until we find ourselves in that place where we belong... especially if that place is in the arms of another.
Thank you for sharing @johnjgeddes.
well said, my friend, Thank you!
That first snow fell reminds us that magic exists. Six months later it's a frost poem. Fantastic writing, John:)
Thank you, Pryde - I'm coming out to BC a the end of November - I'm expecting snow :)
Possibly an ice skate?
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yup...little foxes :)