An Elegy In Frost Poem by Sandra Fowler
An Elegy In Frost
Cold sunshine writes our elegy in frost,
Author of light a million snowflakes lost,
All gone forever into swirling air,
A dance of death that is no longer there.
Pure poetry becomes a stanza said,
Classical white a message left unread,
While we stand longing for a winter past,
Hurt by a mood that was too fey to last.
West is a shadow wrapped around frail bones,
Your hand in mine for eloquence atones.
Touch is a brevity that needs no sound
To turn the weather of the world around.
A fitting elegy....with each word singing into your soul.The melancholic air in your poems swirls and envelops with nostalgic notes. Love...TO
what a piece of poetry, the part of the country where you live, i have never been there, but would love to come there some day. you know how to bring it to life, to see the wonderful colors so bright, it is the next best thing to being there. you do know how to write these beautiful poems of nature.
west winters, are divine, in a way. because there's nothing else like them. As i have/had come to know. so cleansing. how you pieced these 3 v. together made it work. care, Sus
' Cold sunshine writes our elegy in frost, Author of light a million snowflakes lost, All gone forever into swirling air, A dance of death that is no longer there.' Amazing poem with nice imageries.
beautiful poem carved in the wordwork of your poem, cold and very warm...1st visit kind regards uavanice 1
The winter landscapes seem to lend themselves to your words beautifully Sandra. This was a wonderful illustration of such a statement. Tender poetry from your pen. Enjoyed. HG: -) xx
dear sandra, it has always been a pleasure reading you. i am glad that i found you on this site. keep on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 1:11:09 AM # 1.0.0
Cold sunshine writes our elegy in frost - How much more imaginative can one get. Such lines - so sweet and so gentle - scribble their immortality on one's heart and offers the reader that gentle fragrance which contributes to the beauty and the meaningfulness of life. Take care