Lin Lane Poet Sapphic stanza

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Craig's Sapphic Stanza Contest   October 21, 2024

Winter

Snow continues toppling from darkling gray skies.
And by dusk, the flurries will bank on the ground.   
Landscapes painted by Nature's hand, the artist
    Hallmarks of winter ~

Embers turn to ash; darkness gives up the night.
Sunlight's shadows lengthen from pine and blue spruce.
Melting ice is dripping from gabled dormers.
   Morning is frigid ~

Hushed, the silent world until creaking resounds
Footsteps crunch and crackle on beds of hoarfrost 
Woolen scarves and mittens for warming cold hands
   Sleigh rides o'er hill sides ~

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Beryl Edmonds October 22, 2024 at 6:35 PM Lovely poetry Lin, your words paint a beautiful wintry scene. All the best for the contest… Beryl Lin Lane October 23, 2024 at 12:16 AM Thank you very much for liking my winter world, Beryl and for your well wishes.

Christina Bowring October 22, 2024 at 2:56 PM Dear Lin … this is so gorgeously atmospheric. What a wondrous winter scene you have so skilfully created. The reader is captivated by such vivid imagery .. such crisp sights and sounds that captures the essence of winter. The beauty and purity of winter. This is a new form to me too but I’m sure you will do well in the contest. Good luck. I loved it! Hugs and smiles :):) Lin Lane October 23, 2024 at 12:15 AM Good morning and thank you, Christina. I got swept up into imagining I was living in that scene. Clearly, you were able to see the poem through my eyes. Thank you for such insightful comments.

Jan Allison October 22, 2024 at 2:20 PM Wow Lin you have captured the scene so beautifully, its like a snapshot in time, i especially love the imagery and onomatopoeia in the final stanza, a massive fave:-) hugs Jan xx Lin Lane October 23, 2024 at 12:13 AM Thank you, Jan. I spent quite some time trying to put myself into the scene at different times of the day that I felt as if it were my home, my family, my life. Thanks for noticing the word play. Hugs.

Daniel Henry Rodgers October 22, 2024 at 5:19 AM Dear Lin, I loved the painting and the style of the poem that goes with it. Your poem beautifully captured winter's essence, from the gentle snowfall to the crisp morning air. It took me to a serene landscape, and I visualized the subtle progression from dusk to dawn, creating a captivating rhythm in my mind. Ahhh the magic of a winter's day. Autumn Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel Lin Lane October 22, 2024 at 6:28 AM Thank you very much, Daniel. I wanted the time progression to be evident but not disjointed. Your kind review lets me know that's the way you saw it.

Paul Willason October 21, 2024 at 9:20 PM Your words Lin have been soaked in experience and feeling...essential ingredients in a good poem. No counterfeit emotion here, pluuged direct into the mood with excellent observational imagery. Me likes. Take care dear Lin. Lin Lane October 22, 2024 at 6:26 AM "soaked"... that's a great reference word for poets to use when writing, especially with regard to feelings. Thanks for always seeing what my eyes glean, Paul.

David Kavanagh October 21, 2024 at 1:00 PM A poet’s poem for sure Lin, winter imagery is off the scale, yet written with poise and grace, these forms are difficult and need commitment to put together, you put in the work, and I hope you’re rewarded with a top place in Craig’s contest, cheers David Lin Lane October 21, 2024 at 1:36 PM Thank you so very much for your review of this one, David. I felt as though I was walking through a blizzard, trying to keep my steps in the required rhythm and meter. Buried alive under 4 feet of snow, I may be when the results are in, but I gave it my best shot, prodded along with a bit of encouragement by a fellow brave poet who told me to do it.

Kim Rodrigues October 21, 2024 at 11:56 AM I can hear the “Footsteps crunch and crackle on beds of hoarfrost” You did well! These are not simple to write! Hugs Lin Lane October 21, 2024 at 12:08 PM Thanks, Kim. No kidding about writing this form. I dithered and withered over these lines for a few days.

Silent One October 21, 2024 at 11:35 AM I cannot comment about the form, but your choice of words to create imagery here are of a high poetic nature, so vivid it that you painted a picture here.. Lin Lane October 21, 2024 at 12:07 PM I'm not sure I could respond to a comment about the form. lol Right or wrong, it is what it is. Thanks very much for your compliments.

Eileen Manassian October 21, 2024 at 11:20 AM Oh! What lovely imagery. Such charming words! Footsteps crunch and crackle... loved that line. Flurries... makes one want to jump in your poem. Good luck, dear. Thanks for your visit to my page. Lin Lane October 21, 2024 at 12:06 PM I'm pleased to have given you something calming to read, Eileen. Thank you for such thoughtful comments.

Tom Cunningham October 21, 2024 at 10:33 AM You've painted a wonderful winter scene with your words Lin. I can feel the chill brrrr. Best of luck in the contest. Tom Tom Cunningham October 23, 2024 at 10:20 AM Currier and Ives?, now I know, good old Google. Lol Lin Lane October 21, 2024 at 10:37 AM Thanks a bunch, Tom. I've no clue if it's correct, but I like the scene that was painted. Almost like Currier and Ives.

Darlene De Beaulieu October 21, 2024 at 10:12 AM Hello Lin Lang, Is it winter there? I live in Canada and we are in autumn. it is a nice warm day it feels like summer today. the leaves are hanging on longer. although some leaves do fall. Hugs. /Darlene/ Darlene De Beaulieu October 21, 2024 at 11:40 AM Hello Lin Lang, It is the nicest season here in Canada. Yet it feels like summer here today. Hugs. /Darlene/ Lin Lane October 21, 2024 at 10:15 AM Hi Darlene. It's still autumn here in New Orleans, the nicest season down South. Thanks for your thoughtful comments.