A Touch Of White Poem by Sandra Fowler
A Touch Of White
Millions of snowflakes gone, my poet friend,
Across the slanted February roofs,
You lift my hand in witness to whiteness,
That burns beyond the scope of human eyes.
The last rays of an old sun warm the bones,
Paint glamor on the windows of the soul.
I want to be a part of your stanza,
Forever and a winter, if I may.
Copyright, Sandra Fowler,2009
sandraji, you are a true film maker....... millions of words gone.... but yours will remain evergreen in my soul..........
S. The livelist poet on PH. It's all been said in previous comments. I add only my applaud and congratulations and appreciation. t x
I want to be part of your stanza forever and a winter, if I may..........how could eternity refuse such beauty...
Piognantly tender and beautiful, words to remain in the heart - thank you
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4/18/2024 9:27:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Such a gentle poem, it's almost a whisper but your voice speaks out loud and clear. HG: -) xx