Sandra Fowler - A January Form

Think me a poem, Friend, in winter time.
Silence becomes the cadence of snow rhyme.
Eloquence takes a January form,
Subtle beyond all evidence of storms.

Warm minds create behind the windowglass.
The message sent is vivid and world class.
Two songsmiths seeking solace from a white
Landscape that is alive in its own light.

Copyright 2006, Sandra Fowler

Sandra Fowler

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