Shadow Road Poem by Sandra Fowler

You certainly bring the landscape alive, I enjoyed reading it aloud and feeling the 'old men' waving in the wind. Your metaphor of life and death (right?) works well. 'The comfort of that suddeness' is an interesting concept. I'm working with the line, 'music alone...' to understand it better. (Just read a few others' comments. 'weights down' is what took me time to get, because usually I think of something 'weighted down' as synonymous with the way you use 'fallen'. But, by 'weighted down' here, I think you mean 'grounded'. Right?)

The beautiful, fine, intangible, mercurial images of nature, sketched by an incisive pen and arrested on a canvas of immortality. Sandra, my hat off to you. Take care

That first line is completely killing. I mean, obviously, in the best possible way. S.... this is mind-blowing. I have that image. Got it. The talent of the poet, to ensure the reader relates. t x

The music of nature echoes along your 'Shadow Road.'..wonderful metaphors and images that enable the reader to see through your window on the world.Stunning Sandra. Justine.

One of the best I have read in quite sometine, Thank you

scintillating! thanks for so much enjoyment. kind regards, john

You are gifted poet indeed.. Not many can write such lovely poems..Your works provide me with a kinda of spiritual contentment which always linger on my mind for a long time.. They are like great medication to the sore heart! ! ! Love Shan

the true friend and true companion of every human other than his soul is nothing but the shadow..............

I never want to skip over any Poem you writeSandra in fear of missing out, 'And makes old crooked men of autumn trees' is such a vivid description, so clever how you brought tog nature life and death.

Reading your poems I loose myself into those vivid imagery.