Sandra Fowler (February,4,1937 / W. Columbia, WV, USA)

Scintillating with no word wasted.Thank you for sharing this gem.10

Best regards,

John

wonderful meditative poem about the nature, lovely to read

My golden rod has gone to seed.

The poetic imagery of the last line, tenderly touches my mind! As lengthening
shadows point towards home, an eternal refuge for my chained soul! 10+
-Raj Nandy

I call for August but no answer comes- such an achingly beautiful line. that's life. how through unusual images you convey the impermanence fragility of life.
sharing ourselves with someone who understands is deepest human desire.

i have read it second time. your poetry grows on me as a reader.

thanks Sandra

Warm Regards
Mamta

Melancholic, but so sunny melancholic, Sandra! :) As in all your poems, you capture certain moments with the beauty by your soul and express it in unique picturesque lines.Just exceptional(applause! ! ! :)
Best wishes and thank you.
A.

Stemming from nature itself… lovely sentiments!

Excellent as always Sandra, you paint such beautiful scenes. Best wishes, Andrew x

sandraji,
you are none but mother nature......
it is very difficult to find out the discription of a tree or flower
from the writings of an urban writer............
you are someone livin in tandem with nature...........

we look longingly at what has gone, resist and then accept. your images are surreal and expression so very serenading, it simply enthralls and touches with its depth of meaning

lots of love

mamta