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.

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

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  • Ashraful MusaddeqAshraful Musaddeq (6/18/2009 7:50:00 PM)

    ' 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.

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  • Ken E Hall (3/25/2009 6:17:00 AM)

    beautiful poem carved in the wordwork of your poem, cold and very warm...1st visit
    kind regards uavanice 1

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  • Original Unknown Girl (8/21/2008 10:01:00 AM)

    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

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  • John Tiong ChunghooJohn Tiong Chunghoo (3/27/2008 12:43:00 AM)

    dear sandra, it has always been a pleasure reading you. i am glad that i found you on this site. keep on.

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  • John Nightingale (12/31/2007 9:28:00 AM)

    Wow. I love it. Really superb. Thanks.

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  • Leonard Daranjo (8/1/2007 12:29:00 AM)

    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

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  • Melvina GermainMelvina Germain (5/26/2007 12:45:00 AM)

    Another amazing write Sandra, Thankyou-Melvina-

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  • Tranquil Ocean (5/9/2007 4:58:00 AM)

    A fitting elegy....with each word singing into your soul.The melancholic air in your poems swirls and envelops with nostalgic notes.
    Love...TO

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  • Jim Foulk (2/9/2007 3:50:00 PM)

    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.

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  • Goldy Locks (12/6/2006 4:05:00 AM)

    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

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  • Reinalie Jorolan (11/30/2006 1:59:00 AM)

    totally captivating, and very fascinating imagery too.I'm surely a fan...thanks for this wonderful piece.

    take care,
    Rain

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  • Charles Garcia (11/23/2006 12:47:00 PM)

    Again Thanks
    Charles Garcia

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  • Esther Leclerc (11/2/2006 4:47:00 PM)

    Dear Sandra, you are one of my all-time favorite poets and always will be. Thank you for this, so much! Esther : ]

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  • Duncan Wyllie (11/2/2006 1:10:00 PM)

    A wonderful expression of mood / atmosphere to this one, a very personal feel to it
    Thankyou for sharing
    Love duncan X

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  • Jolanta Gradowicz (10/31/2006 9:37:00 AM)

    What a wonderful combination of feelings and... weather. I love all your poems where you describe seasons.

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  • Alison Cassidy (10/29/2006 9:38:00 PM)

    Stunning work of deep and serious reflection using the beautiful metaphor of frost and snow. ' West is a shadow wrapped around frail bones'. Again you express those twin emotions of regret and acceptance. This poem says much. Superb. Fond regards to you Sandra, Alison

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  • R H (10/28/2006 5:54:00 AM)

    Each and every line of this poem resounds - I love how you personify nature and the elements, a truly soulful write Sandra. Justine

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  • Sylvia Spencer (10/26/2006 4:33:00 PM)

    Sandra this poem is something else wow to the writer from across the Atlantic.Every line was just majestic and full of beauty, your poetry just gets better and better. This was just one great write by a special person. cheers Sylvie

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  • Charles Garcia (10/26/2006 1:52:00 PM)

    Hi Sandra:

    Touch is a brevity that needs no sound
    To turn the weather of the world around.
    beautifull thoughts.

    If only our governments would take heed;
    as to the shortness of time.
    Charles Garcia

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  • Patrick LadbrookePatrick Ladbrooke (10/23/2006 2:19:00 AM)

    The first stanza reminded me of when I was a child, looking up at the sky from a window, watching the snowflakes falling, which appeared black against a white sky, and hoping they would never stop. Of course they always did.

    The final stanza is stunning. How warm is that touch, that all else is irrelevent! Lovely poem,

    Patrick

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