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