Remembering a Valentine sent to me by a poet from India,1989 <br />You meet the moment with your solace thought. <br />Your fingers sketch a gray house far away. <br />Its window lights are warming cool resolve. <br />I think and know that we are almost home. <br /> <br />They tell me that a red bird has no soul <br />And yet I choose it for my metaphor. <br />Its spirit skims above half-frozen roads. <br />One hand is clapping for the death <br /> <br />With beautiful precision how your words <br />Eliminate each snowflake from my mind. <br />Yes, I accept your red bird valentine <br />Praising the strength that thought it over seas.<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/almost-home/
