The snow sparkles tonight
like glitter-dust on a Christmas card;
none but the brightest stars can compete
with such incandescence.
The trees, reach higher – ever higher,
weave a tapestry on clove-pink skyline;
meandering mists blow through me
as I catch my breath...
The air – so crisp so clear,
I grow brittle with its keenness...
as I jingle along past the frosted vine
like a crystal butterfly.

Comments
insertponceyfre... | December 19, 2010 - 19:34
glitter-dust - what a lovely way of describing snow!
Silver Spun Sand | December 19, 2010 - 19:37
Hi there, insert. It really did look just like that. I thought it was a trick my eyes were playing on me at first, but my husband could see the same thing too.
Thanks for reading and for your glittery comment;-)
Tina
ScoZen | December 19, 2010 - 19:37
ScoZen
Hello Silver Spun Sand.
I recently visited a place in the wilds far enough away from light pollution to be able to see the stars in all their glory.
Your little tale reminds of that night, and it also reminds me to find someone who keeps crystal butterflies.
Now where do I start...?
Silver Spun Sand | December 19, 2010 - 19:43
Hello there, ScoZen. Great name, by the way.
I'm lucky where I live, out in the sticks, so to speak. I do get a wonderful uninterrupted view of the night sky.
As for butterflies, I love them all...crystal, paper or better still, the real thing, of course.
My thanks to you for reading, and for your lovely comment.
Tina
Beeme | December 19, 2010 - 19:46
Wonderful descriptions of snow, I love the final lines. Stunning! Well done on the cherry- richly deserved.
Beeme xx
Silver Spun Sand | December 19, 2010 - 21:33
Beeme - thanks;-) The snow has looked so beautiful this last couple of days and I am really pleased I have managed to convey at least some of this beauty in these few lines.
Have a good week - snow or not;-)
Tina xx
Beeme | December 19, 2010 - 22:03
Thank you Tina, I hope you have a great week too. I really am enjoying the snow as you might have guessed from my poetry lol. Although I still need to get my mum her Christmas present and my little brother and as I live on the top of a hill, I really am hoping the snow thaws by at least mid week!
Beeme xx
Highhat | December 19, 2010 - 22:16
Crystal butterflies. What lovely imagery and of course glitter dust. Loved this beautiful poem Tina
;)Pia
Silver Spun Sand | December 20, 2010 - 08:54
Good luck with the weather and the shopping, Beeme. I am fortunate, I live at the bottom of a hill!!
Tina xx
Silver Spun Sand | December 20, 2010 - 08:55
Thanks for that, Pia;-) So pleased you enjoyed. Keep warm and cosy and have a good week, despite the weather.
Tina;-)
shoe | December 20, 2010 - 09:48
Just magical, so many beautiful lines I can not choose one, except maybe the butterfly.
Silver Spun Sand | December 20, 2010 - 11:11
Shirley - glad you enjoyed this one so much. Butterflies seem a million miles away on this snowy winter's day, but we can all dream, thank goodness;-)
Tina
jennifer | December 20, 2010 - 11:21
Oooh stunning last line! Beautiful poem,
J x
Silver Spun Sand | December 20, 2010 - 11:41
Thank you kindly, Jennifer;-) It's really good to hear from you.
T x
MistakenMagic | December 20, 2010 - 11:55
Delicate, and so eloquently described! Well done on this one, Tina - very well-deserving of a cherry ;)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | December 20, 2010 - 11:59
My thanks to you, Magic. I have a 'soft-spot' for butterflies, as you very well know;-)
Tina xxx
skinner_jennifer | December 20, 2010 - 16:08
What a beautiful description of a winter scene,
I really liked this piece Tina.
Thanks for the read.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | December 20, 2010 - 16:22
Thanks, Jenny. You are more than welcome;-)
Tina
barryj1 | December 20, 2010 - 19:39
Really nice verse. So much 'academic' poetry has that ersatz quality - like the poet threw a pail of clever obscurities on the page and passed it off as profound reflections.
This poem has a genuine, authenticity that rings true from beginning to end. Nothing hackneyed here - just really nice imagery that the reader can visualized at multiple levels.
Silver Spun Sand | December 20, 2010 - 19:58
Thanks, barry. My philosphy has always been, 'poetry shouldn't mean, but be;-) Glad you agree, and thanks so much for your lovely comment and for reading, of course.
Tina
Kahdai | December 24, 2010 - 22:40
So I read it and meander haha a great word I had forgotten, anyway the whole word by word is beautiful, I
thought of writing butterflies in a blizzard in one of my poems and changed it so am glad you let one be in the snow ;) K x
Silver Spun Sand | December 25, 2010 - 12:13
Hey, you must work on your poem about butterflies in a blizzard. Thinking about it, if they were white butterflies, as so many are, it could even be a 'blizzard of butterflies'. That would make a great title, don't you think?
Glad you enjoyed, Kahdai, and as always, thank you;-)xT
Kahdai | December 27, 2010 - 20:51
yes they wer like cabbage butterflies :) hmm... working on it, I can never leave a poem unfinished once got it writen down ;) x K