Think me a poem, Friend, in winter time.
Silence becomes the cadence of snow rhyme.
Eloquence takes a January form,
Subtle beyond all evidence of storms.
Warm minds create behind the windowglass.
The message sent is vivid and world class.
Two songsmiths seeking solace from a white
Landscape that is alive in its own light.
Copyright 2006, Sandra Fowler
Sandra Fowler
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-january-form/
