Millions of snowflakes gone, my poet friend, <br />Across the slanted February roofs, <br />You lift my hand in witness to whiteness, <br />That burns beyond the scope of human eyes. <br /> <br />The last rays of an old sun warm the bones, <br />Paint glamor on the windows of the soul. <br />I want to be a part of your stanza, <br />Forever and a winter, if I may. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright, Sandra Fowler,2009<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-touch-of-white/
