Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.
Dec 04, 2024
⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)
First Snow
Within the whispering December,
stars pirouette in the North Wind.
The pined voice of November
sadly calls to rescind
this once gold canvas,
dancing in white.
Beauteous,
alight
snow.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: November did not want to let go of her colors, even while watching the world become glowing white.
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Leslie
7 months ago
L
You possess an undying appreciation for natural beauty. I am always engaged with what you write.
Lavender
7 months ago
Hello, John,
Beauty-in-waiting. Just a matter of letting the words show themselves.
Thank you!
L
Rula
7 months ago
Wowww!
this once gold canvas,
dancing in white.
Beauteous,
alight
snow.
A wonderful image!
You're a beauty!
Lavender
7 months ago
Hello, Rula,
Thank you for reading this Nonet. Nature can speak with such ease!
Thank you, as always!
Lx
Juarez5656
7 months ago
This
is a fascinating poem, a Deep Image affair. Well done
Lavender
7 months ago
Hello, Juarez,
Thank you for reading and commenting. So much in nature is poem-worthy, but words always seem to fall short...
Lavender
Clentin
6 months 2 weeks ago
Thank you for show us a new
Thank you for showing us a new form. good poem.
Lavender
6 months 1 week ago
Hello, Clentin,
Thank you for reading! I enjoy the Nonet form very much, and a little rhyme added to it is a lot of fun!
L
Dalton
5 months 3 weeks ago
Hi Lavender
I love: “the pined voice of winter” to me that’s a thoroughly new term of expression what I always seek out in poetry and I thrilled to find such
Dalton
5 months 3 weeks ago
Hi Lavender
The pined voice of November
Lavender
5 months 3 weeks ago
Hello, John,
Yes, trying to convey how sad and heartbroken November was to see all the glorious colors disappear while still being awed by the pristine winter.
Thank you for reading, My Friend!
L