The World Is Winter Poem by Sandra Fowler

You have let this reader share a much-loved winterscape of tightly woven slices and concrete images...brought it to life. Oh what a great word-mistress you are! ! ! xxelysabeth

Your imagry here creates a picture of sheer beauty, I thoroughly enjoyed the read Sandra, Excellent work.--Melvina--

a picture perfect poem clearly seen in every word.

Wow... a picturesque marvel, Sandra! ! Brian

When I was a child, sometimes in the wintertime, I would look at winter's beauty and almost cry. I wanted to catch that beauty in words, and I didn't know how. In this poem, you've shown me how.

I can smell the winter as I read this poem and I can hear the skate blades scrape across the frozen ice and feel the meanings as I progress reading...nice +++++10 regards

life is a harsh winter, but we can enjoy the mirror for a while.....

Excellent write, whatever you compose- wonderful. You are a master poet.

A poetic intoxication, A winter's love fantasy caressing and flirting across a page of white daydream scripted as only you can –

dear sandra, m house is very near to the great indian painter raja ravivarma....he paints with colours and brush....but as the reader differs, your word-art also differs, which give birth to a million different paintings.. great...........reading you is absolute pleasure. your soul knows how to sing.......thanks........