I Count The Frosts Poem by Sandra Fowler
I Count The Frosts
Snowflakes are falling like a gift of white.
The classic landscape burns incessant, bright.
Old panes picture, literally, scores of frost.
No single note of music has been lost.
I hold your thoughts across a world of space,
Watching the colors dance in my fireplace.
Your message came on wings of winter birds,
'True poets give themselves away in words.'
Copyright,2008, Sandra Fowler
Published in, 'World Poets Quarterly.China'
Just lovely Sandra, the final line is brilliant, well done and thanks for the great comments. Best wishes, Andrew
Like a frostbite, this elegy would be remained in the solitary hearts forever, Sandra knows the warmth of snowflakes well.I count the Frosts is your Masterpiece?
Absolutely stunning Sandra. Not a word wasted in this cascade of snowflakes. I really enjoyed the rythmn and cadence to this piece, it could almost be sung. The final line is 'blinding'. Beautiful. Look forward to reading more of your work in 2009. Happy New Year to you too. HG: -) xx
Excellent as always Sandra, you have such beautiful poems. Best wishes, Mari
beautiful and musical.....a pleasure to read your poems
Just beautiful Sandra, you are in command of imagery and words setting senses reeling. What a joy to read.
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 12:02:27 AM # 1.0.0
it is just brilliant.