January Mist Poem by Sandra Fowler
January Mist
Sometimes at night I hear small birds lament.
Dark notes that seem to second moon's descent.
Cold is the color of a deep regret,
An etude perfected by winterset.
The world was music and it turned us round.
Stirred by the subtle atmospheric sound,
You gently sketched a snowflake on my face
Which shall be mine till light has left this place.
Such solace has the power to outlast time,
To lock a small bird's elegy in rhyme.
Somewhere beyond the January mist,
The magic of our landscape still exists.
Copyright,2008, Sandra Fowler
Oh my word, this is poetry heaven, 'to die for' poetry - I adore this Sandra, not a word wasted, you've placed them just so to create the most gorgeous poem. HG: -) xx
snowflake sketched on the face....lovely line! Beautifully inked! Keeping writing them. Hugs Coreena
Sandra-a very, very beautiful poem. I did not want to stop reading. I love your style of writing. Blessed be, Katherine
the soul of good men take rebirth as singing birds... now they lament to be reborn.....
a lovely reflective and melodious poem. winter, beginning of the year, mist, you have woven a beautiful tapestry with words.10 Mamta
a beautiful poem on winterset and on the reflective moods it brings... 'Cold is the color of a deep regret'...good poetic line...smooth melodious write, Sandra...10
A beautiful poem with a nice ending. I love it and 10 added to it.
Beautiful poem. I especially love the lines: 'You gently sketched a snowflake on my face/ Which shall be mine till light has left this place.' The last stanza is a stunner as well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/4/2025 10:37:33 PM # 1.0.0
Damn....all i could think of was beautiful love, sadness, and the cold air of january...your flow was nearly perfect...aside from me your prly the best poet on here...(jk, you are the best)