The very air is amber to the touch.
Gnarled fingers trace the signature of warmth.
The slant of sun becomes significant.
Ribbons of west fall grosgrain on tin roofs.
You ask me once to catch a yellow leaf
And send it to you in an envelope.
I smile to think of such fragility.
The scent of autumn is the scent of light.
I think, my friend, the world is going down
Behind elegiac West Virginia hills.
An old tree whispers brightness to the dusk.
Our music runs like veins through all its leaves.
This is sheer magic with words, imagery and expression. Sandra! You have no equals. I know now, why my friend Mamta Agarwal adores you so much...........
Amber changes perception. Turns ordinary light into something extraordinary - warm, mellow, incandescent. Your poem is rich with amber tones. Your theme is recognizable (particularly that undercurrent of melancholy) but your voice is always new and unique. Such a privilege to read your words. Love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Dear Sandra, the way your poem flows is like an entrancing dance of autumn leafs..I especially loved the line as autumn is my favourite season: 'The scent of autumn is the scent of light'. Best wishes and always your friend, Yelena M.
In amber, the gem, the past lives on, caught in the moment, an ant or fly preserved for eternity in a golden jewel. And so it is with this amber poem, a tribute to friendship not forgotten, but made more dear in memory. A yellow leaf you sent, and send to us all in your music. May many such memorable leaves be added to your book. - Will
The poem is unique, all the three stanzas are unique by themselves. My three preferred lines: 1. Gnarled fingers trace the signature of warmth. 2. The scent of autumn is the scent of light. 3. An old tree whispers brightness to the dusk. Very delighted to come across such a flowery poem.
amazing, it's poetry like this that makes me sit by the lake and thank the lake for being a lake and as weird as that sounds, i know by reading this, that you understand.
AMBER IS A HARD YELLOWISH SUBSTANCE, YOUR POEM MAKES ME TRANCE. YOUR THEME AS YELLOW AS A SETTING SUN, YOUR POEM GIVES ME A NOSTALGIC TUNE. YOU ARE UNIQUE IN YOUR EVERY POEM, I WANT TO SCATTER YOUR FAME.
trapped in the word-storm of your poetry... i like to be there in the vertex of this twister poetic....
I smile to think of such fragility. The scent of autumn is the scent of light. Rachel Ann Butler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful work Sandra...the ending stanza lines are really touching...thanks...10