I left you in an era of woodfires,
Red leaves burning like sunset on tin roofs.
No rain swept reason for such loss compares,
To what cannot be earthbound by a word.
Though winter falls like crystal past the pane,
I feel your shadow thumbprints on my lids.
West is the echo of the imagery
Compelling light on fields of goldenrod.
Previously published, 'Poetry Depth Quarterly'
Great imagery Sandra like all your poems, well done, I can see and feel warmth here. Lisa
I've never cared so much about anything in my life - always starting what i cannot finish.. but i've read this over a numerable amount of times and to someone who's aching, it's soothing. love, sjg
you do know how to write great poetry and this is another great one, really liked this one.
This is masterful penning Sandra - you share your feelings of loss with great economy and wrap them lovingly in the colours of the seasons. The texture of the piece is as sparce as the music of Erik Satie. So too is its emotional clarity. love, Allie xxxx
Astounding beauty. Perfection of language and imagery. Excuse my while I catch my breath.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So sad and so beautiful, Sandra. I love your deeply touching images of parting and reminiscence.