The Sound of Silver

hoarfrosted branch

 

Silent skies spin silvered dreams,

Unbidden memories split silver seams;

Silver hair crowns ancient head,

Knowledge the treasure, and silver the thread.

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25 comments on “The Sound of Silver

  1. Elizabeth says:

    beautiful, is the power of nature!

  2. Gallivanta says:

    Lovely. Is your head crowned with snow at the moment? Or is the snow just up to your ankles?

  3. Lyle Krahn says:

    I wish I had your way with words. Wonderful. (But I think you might have called me ancient)

    • melodylowes says:

      Ha! Not likely, Lyle. You are far too young – at least at heart! 🙂 This one was a tribute to an article I read lately about holocaust survivors. I am so drawn to their courage and spirit.

  4. Kiki's Pen says:

    Oh, WOW-Wonderful, Mel!! You know how I love silver.

  5. Dina says:

    You are indeed very gifted with words! Thank you!

  6. Because “silver” is one of my favorite sounding words, your poem is a gift. My other favorite word is “honeycomb.” Perhaps you can write a poem about that?

  7. beingeternal says:

    Awesome lines! Love the Sound of Silver. Stay Blessed.

  8. I am blessed to have stumbled upon your beautiful and inspiring blog. I, too, find God in the garden.

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