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. Paper Birds 9/30/2009
125. (1) A Friendship Bridge 5/16/2008
126. A Cloud Portrait 2/19/2007
127. A Cricket Sang Good Luck 8/3/2006
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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Sun's Last Grace

Your hands smell of wood shavings, sun's last grace.
That tawny essence fills all empty space.
I scarcely hear you talk of southbound birds.
Time has gone far beyond the mood of words.

The magic of the moment turns the landscape round.
That carousel defies all music to be found.
Only the wicked shadows carry us away
Into the insignificance of yesterday.

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