Sandra Fowler

Rookie (February,4,1937 / W. Columbia, WV, USA)

Sandra Fowler Poems

121. A Single Note 5/27/2009
122. A Hymn To Frost 9/1/2007
123. A Word And A Flower 11/23/2007
124. A Cricket Sang Good Luck 8/3/2006
125. Paper Birds 9/30/2009
126. (1) A Friendship Bridge 5/16/2008
127. A Cloud Portrait 2/19/2007
128. Autumn Friends 7/6/2009
129. (1) Before The Music Ends 7/20/2007
Best Poem of Sandra Fowler

(1) Before The Music Ends

Words paint a fragile picture of the dusk.
I think them to a poet far away.
The light shines dim upon my windowpane.
A few tears fall like blue rain in the mind.

Our time has been short listed by sunset,
No matter that the weather has its way,
The stresses live within their measurement,
And distance is a gift we give ourselves.

This moment is designed to be as spare
And elegant as winter's old, gnarled trees.
I trust you to translate my whispers, Friend
And send them back before the music ends.

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You Need Not Know

House corners sing a wind song to the blues.
The air randomly flows with shadow trees.
You come to me across the fading fields.
The passion in your tired face lights the dusk.

I want to tell you, though you bring no flower,
That I have all I wanted from the fall,
But you press your hand hard against my mouth.
The moment is too simple for much speech.

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