Veneta Donaldson: Snow Flakes

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.

Snow Flakes

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.

Veneta Donaldson: "Moment Exquisite"

Veneta's husband, Clyde Donaldson, 1956
photo by Steve Caylor
This is a winter poem that Veneta wrote for the love of her life, Clyde. It's another that I found in her little box of special things.


Moment Exquisite
by Veneta Donaldson

Close the door gently; come, beside me rest,
And pillow your dark head upon my breast,
While twilight shadows steal across the room.
Outside the hands of Winter will resume
Their cherished task of silvering the night,
To fill our hearts with rapturous delight.
Dear One, Time may not bring this hour again;
Let no word's cadence mar the haunting strain
Of music, exquisitely sweet and low,
The melody of night, caroled in snow.


The next poem in this series can be found here: Little Old Lady in Blue.

This is part of a series 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.

Yuletide Blessings!