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

Filigree

Poem By Sandra Fowler

Frail April snow, the blue smoke of old moods,
And filigree of nailprints on the mind,
A shadow paints the windowpane of dreams,
That young God-Man who gave Himself for spring.

Previously published in my book, 'The Colors Cry In Rain'.
Apollo Books, Inc.

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A shadow paints the windowpane of dreams, That young God-Man who gave Himself for spring. So wonderful!
Beautiful title to poem and book, write exquisite - your touch - gentle compassion
You drew me right into the mood of frail April and the beauty of the imagery of it all. Simply splendid work. 10 Karin Anderson
jesus...... your blood will not sleep until judgement day.........
If I ever preach again on Easter, I pray you will grant me the boon of using the last line of this poem in the church bulletin that would probably be involved. Elegant and fresh. You always have a gift for me when I can find the courage to pause and refresh for a moment. Bill Grace


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