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Sandra Fowler

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

A Winter Day

I think you know that this is winter day.
This time last year woodsmoke blew us away.
Frost wrote the poem on tall panes of gray.

That was the morning of the yellow finch,
A dropp of sun upon a garden bench.
Light raised the bird's momentum, inch by inch.

You held your coffee cup up to the sky,
Promised as long as yellow birds could fly,
This anniversary would never die

I hold your words much prettier today.
Though where the bird went, who could ever say?
Memory locks all emptiness away.

Submitted: Saturday, October 21, 2006
Edited: Monday, October 25, 2010

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  • Maria C. Costa (2/6/2010 3:36:00 PM)

    Winter has a particular day for us: 4th February.
    On that 'Winter Day' all of us want to stay
    closer to you, praising your verses
    so warm and lovely!

    Warmest wishes,
    Maria (Report) Reply

  • Andrew Blakemore (2/5/2009 1:53:00 PM)

    The chill of winter melts away with the warmth of your words. Excellent work Sandra, best wishes, Andrew (Report) Reply

  • Tom J. Mariani (11/27/2007 8:13:00 PM)

    Again, there is that shrp edge on you beautiful nature poems. This time I had to wait unitl the last line. It takes an extra abount of skill to do both in one poem.
    Several of my favorite poets deal with this duality of nature and humanity: Robert Frost, Robinson Jeffers and you.
    Tom (Report) Reply

  • Bill Grace (9/22/2007 8:59:00 AM)

    You should be regularly published in a West Virginia travel magazine because I never wanted to see the state until I started reading you. Blessings, Bill Grace (Report) Reply

  • Ben Gieske (6/18/2007 8:35:00 AM)

    I love your use of words to make moving pictures and again all of your years of living shared. I am referring to 'woodsmoke blew us away'
    'A dropp of sun upon a garden bench'
    and 'Light raised the bird's momentum, inch by inch'. Thanks for this winter glimpse. (Report) Reply

  • Raul Castelan (6/18/2007 2:40:00 AM)

    You've done well with the way your words flowed here. You have a great way with them. BRAVO! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Jim Foulk (4/28/2007 12:52:00 PM)

    winter is a season to be written about, you have done to winter what you do to all the seasons, you brought this beautiful poem to life. (Report) Reply

  • Krishna Dasani (4/2/2007 10:45:00 AM)

    as b'ful as a winter night.. love this line:
    'memory locks...........'

    splendid words..

    krishna (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (3/26/2007 6:42:00 AM)

    An absolutely beautiful, peaceful poem, I truly enjoyed reading it. Thankyou for the beauty Sandra.---Melvina--- (Report) Reply

  • Michael Gale (11/2/2006 5:40:00 PM)

    A great classic poem that flows smoothly as a summer piece.
    Or- a winter piece! God bless all poets-MJG. An easy tenner. (Report) Reply

  • Esther Leclerc (11/2/2006 4:56:00 PM)

    Sandra, such a lovely, deeply felt meditation on the little, significant things that go into memory. The last line speaks wells of truth. Esther (Report) Reply

  • Charles Garcia (11/2/2006 12:12:00 AM)

    Hi Sandra;
    As usual enjoy your post.
    There is so much joy in watching and feeding the birds I have an open
    aviaries, yellow all year finches are my favorite, I also live in the bottom of the United states, 'San Diego Ca.' get to witness the migration of whales, geese etc,
    Charles Garcia (Report) Reply

  • Jolanta Gradowicz (10/31/2006 9:16:00 AM)

    Your poems, Sandra, are very inspiring to me. Always when I have written your new poem, I think of... my potential one :) (Report) Reply

  • Tori Ocean (10/30/2006 6:36:00 PM)

    it realy pulls up the sights and smells of's like all memories are in this vast basin, and this poem sifts through them and pulls up the ones from cold days, fires in hearths, and frost on windows. (Report) Reply

  • Anjana Aravind (10/30/2006 2:44:00 AM)

    This is so nostalgic...... It brings back many beautiful memories.
    Well crafted poem.
    Anjana (Report) Reply

  • Alison Cassidy (10/29/2006 9:30:00 PM)

    This work beautifully written, filled with lingering nostaligic images and tinged with a mix of regret and acceptance. A fine poem indeed. Warmly, Alison (Report) Reply

  • Duncan Wyllie (10/28/2006 4:17:00 PM)

    I love the feeling that flows from this one, as a promise, a bond held between two special people, wonderful writing, but then, it is from you
    Thankyou for sharing your art
    Love duncan XXX (Report) Reply

  • R H (10/28/2006 5:48:00 AM)

    Beautifully encapsulated Sandra, love the way you describe the yellow finch as 'A dropp of sun upon a garden bench.' and the resounding final line - beautiful. Justine (Report) Reply

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