
‘Winter Landscape’, 1885
I shadow the falling sun as I travel winter's road chasing daylight into twilight where a frozen river flows the stark forest stands vigil frozen sentinels frame my view the last of light on winter's road beckons in muted hues twilight is upon me as I round the final bend and in a spell of longing I reflect on winter's end I have traveled winter's road through all the seasons of my life with no regrets I cross the river and recede into the light
A beautiful end . . . and ending.
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Thanks so much, Dora 😊
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I feel this one, Sue.
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Thank you 😊
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Stunning.
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Thank you 😊
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Beautiful Sue. I loved this ☺️
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Thanks so much, Christine 😊
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What an outstanding piece of ekphrastic poetry, Sue. I love the painting and your poem narrates it so well. Well done.
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Thanks so much, Bill. 😊
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Very beautiful.
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Thank you 🙂
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I have traveled winter’s road through all the seasons of my life with no regrets
That’s a powerful statement that rings true with me. A lovely poem
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Thanks so much, Ally😊
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This has a lovely flow. It sounds like a passing from this life into the next with acceptance.
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Thank you, Ali😊
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Gorgeous poem Sue.
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Thanks so much😊
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My pleasure 🙂
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Very nicely done! ❤
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Thanks, Bela😊
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Yes!
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I tend to dread each winter’s journey through the twilight of each year.
I always welcome each new beginning. Happy Birthday! Spring’s almost here.
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