Snowflakes are falling like a gift of white.
The classic landscape burns incessant, bright.
Old panes picture, literally, scores of frost.
No single note of music has been lost.
I hold your thoughts across a world of space,
Watching the colors dance in my fireplace.
Your message came on wings of winter birds,
'True poets give themselves away in words.'
Copyright,2008, Sandra Fowler
Published in, 'World Poets Quarterly.China'
And I have chased my words in pursuit of knowledge of myself but I've followed your words for inspiration, kind poet. Uriah
A very romantic frost, the classic landscape that I miss here; In the music that transgresses space, I see them flakes, the colours...
you count the frost like most people count the stars to keep the night of love filled moments going...you painted an exstremely beautiful picture here with colors of beautiful words and feelings here ma'am and i loved it...................thanks for sharing the marvellous piece of art with me and im sorry for myself that i read it very late, this beautiful jewel goes to my favorite list, many 10sssss for this beautiful and soul filling write rgds asif
The subject of this beautiful poem is obviously very dear to you Sandra. Love the contrast between the 'scores of frost' in your 'classic landscape' and the warmth and conviviality of the second stanza. I do believe that this wonderful internet shows us how distances of space and time become irrelevant when hearts are open. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Excellent as always Sandra, you have such beautiful poems. Best wishes, Mari
beautiful and musical.....a pleasure to read your poems
Just beautiful Sandra, you are in command of imagery and words setting senses reeling. What a joy to read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sandra, I felt no cold just warmth in this poem and your closing words are oh so true. Best wishes for 2009 Bob