Winnow The Wind

Soft as the cobwebs that dance the vine.
Moist as the droplets that dew the rose.
Warm as the first taste of ruby red wine
Is love which once planted sturdily grows.

Harsh as the wind in the willow's branch.
Cold as the mountain lake's icy flow.
Hard as the drought that dehydrates romance
Is wilted love growing where cold gales blow.

Winnow the wind, divide chaff from grain.
Discover pure gold, come love me again.

STEALTH
An exceptional poem, so vivid and sweet.

C. P. Sharma
You handle love in all its lovely hues, in pure love the rainbow colors fuse.

Irwin (aka David Irwin Phillips)
Nicely put together , wonderful use of language.

carol
come love me again exceptional fay

patspoems
Absolutely beautiful Fay. There are no like buttons anymore !! I liked it very much..... Pat

heterodynemind
Your poetry is always incredibly inspiring.

Sandra Martyres
"Hard as the drought that dehydrates romance" Fay your choice of words and imagery is unbeatable in this beautifully written mini sonnet...

Frank James Ryan Jr./FjR
Woosh ! The metaphoric play here ,along with the stark choice imagework...is beyond capturing, young lass ! ~FjR ~

Mike
Fay... I love this short special sonnet...

RAJ NANDY
AND FAY , YOUR LAST CONCLUDING COUPLET WAS GREAT ! -Raj

Leslie Alexis
beautiful poetry!! :)