Winnow the Wind.

 

 

Winnow The Wind.

Soft as the cobwebs that dance the vine.
Sweet as the droplets that dew the rose.
Warm as the first taste of fruity red wine
Is love which once relished sturdily grows.

 

Harsh as raw winds in the willow's branch.
Cold as the mountain stream's winter flow.
Dry as the drought that wilts any romance
Is life when empty of love's felt under-tow. 

 

Winnow the wind, divide chaff from grain.
     Refine frozen gold then grasp love's flame.  

Reviews

[Fay Slimm]

Yes we need everyday relatable messages on things as deep as love dear Margie - your review helps me try harder with balance for I am almost addicted to sonnets with conversational imagery. Mases of huggles and many thanks for your visit my friend.

[barleygirl]

This looks suspiciously like a sonnet, but since I'm not a big fan of strict poetic forms, there is no way I would assert myself & say this is, definitely, a sonnet! *wink! wink!* I love how the tone of your language choices reflect balance between the lofty image-filled sonnet flow & the everyday relatable conversational message your poem imparts (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

............ I must confess, a new word for me ... but how both wonderfully apt and descriptive ... you have incorporated definition into the body of a fine poem here Fay .......

[Fay Slimm]

I take it is that Winnow must be that new word Nev.....? - surprising as it is widely used here - - grateful thank yous however for your encouraging review and glad you enjoyed the read.

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Wonderfully depicted write. It painted a painting in my mind and had a very nice flow. Tyfs

[Fay Slimm]

My sincere thank you for your visit and generous review.