Your face is left forever in the dusk,
A blue portrait that loved the northern light.
You often snapped your fingers at the wind,
And laughed to tell a snow was on the way.
Your courage burned like wildfires in your bones.
It kept you bright when all the world was cold.
The air was always vivid where you stood,
Your arms flung wide to catch the falling sun.
Copyright,2006 Sandra Fowler
You have revealed a lot of love in a few lines and it flows both ways in your lovely poem.
Through tears at a second read, I believe this is the most touching poem of your's I have read so far. 'Forever in the Dusk' is a great title and an fine emotional dedication. Patrick
A lovely dedication for your dad. I love the title very much too! Preets
This compact and beautiful poem is a true tribute to your father - and to your own poetic sensiblility and perception - and to your love. An amazing and truly moving poem, an inspiration to all who quail before difficulties. The originality of the metaphors remove it from comparison.
What a beautiful tribute for your father, Sandra. The imagery and the atmosphere are absolutely unique. Thank you for your poetry and the very happy New Year to you. Yelena M.
What a wonderful and loving tribute, Sandra. May we all live with such elan and be remembered with such grace. Best, Don
dear sandra, you are real fine poet as your words tell. should be getting an award for your beautiful poems. would love to read how you tackle poems of other genres, apart from nature. love, john.
'Your courage burned like wildfires in your bones' what an incredible gift of a daughter to a father to produce such a line as this for all who are at home with English to partake of such a verbal feast. That whole last stanza: WOW! You never cease to amaze, delight and educate my soul. Bill Grace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sandra, an amazing depiction... vibrant and bold. Brilliantly done! Brian