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

A Scent Of Gray

The sound of rain is winter on the roof.
It whispers us into fragility.
One tear dropp has the power to shatter glass.
The gray scent of the river fills the room.

One wonders how the moment fits the form.
Perhaps, the answer is too infinite.
An old boat whistle blows the landscape home.
Sky is the limit for such lonesomeness.

It has been awesome to touch souls with you.
The distance is a mood that never fades.
Our imagery is lowering with the day.
It rains in my world, Friend, the same as yours.

Copyright,2008, Sandra Fowler

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'It rains in my world, Friend, the same as yours. How wonderfully put - a Scent of Gray giving off a feeling of softness - a wrapping for love
A wonderful picture you paint with your words Sandra, great imagery. Best wishes, Andrew
Greate fantasy, well penned friendship in the background of cool landscape and rain, its really coming from the heart, thanks for sharing the tribute,10++
A wonderful letter of friendship, bringing the landscape of your home to the recipient in such warm descriptive terms. I loved the first line which opened into a rare and heartfelt exchange of personal care. Thank you.
wonderfull imagery with fine words. its profound and compact composed.......10++
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