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

Bare Panes

The moment is elusive as old verse.
Music only suggests its fragile self.
Moon drops fall beautiful upon bare panes
The chill dances through labyrinths of trees.

The ancient loveliness of autumn's lamp
patterns the night like lace on humankind.
You promise me the mood will never end.
Smoke swirls through stanzas of infinity.

Copyright,2008, Sandra Fowler

'With a special recommend from the editors
of 'World Poets Quarterly.China'

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Comments (33)

It is when I read verse like this that I recognise you Child of the Ancient Poet.-10
sandraji, some times real to the core and some times absolute surreal......always you keep wonders........
The haunting imagery leaves no doubt as to why this poem has been awarded plaudits the 'The World's Poets Quarterly'. You gift of combining color, sound and feeling shines here. - Will
Simple, beautifully expressed.
Dear Sandra, it is Surprising poems, I am admired... from my 10x10 Best wishes, Tsira
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