Untitled oil painting by C.L. Donaldson
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Here's a winter poem by my aunt. She wrote it in her younger years, when, grieving for her lost love, almost everything reminded her of him. The painting above is one of her husband's. He was the great love of her life, who came into her life many years later and stayed with her until he died.
by Veneta Donaldson
Bright, myriad stars are falling fast,
Transforming all the countryside
Into a land of fairy charm
Whose beauty cannot be denied.
Each star-flake bears a treasure sweet--
For some a dream, for some the grace
Of love's deep truth and wondrous joy--
For one, the memory of your face.
This is part of a group of poems by Veneta Donaldson. A brief bio and the beginning of the series can be found here: Veneta Donaldson: A Poet in the Family.