A Sunset Song Poem by Sandra Fowler
A Sunset Song
I sit beside the hearth fire of your words,
A temporary light by feelings heard.
Beyond the dark rim, winter's killing fields
Encroach upon a heart by memory sealed.
Time like a brave old rooftop slants with snow,
Pictures the elegance of far ago,
When warm sound was enough to make the cold,
Paint a sunset of instrumental gold.
An amazing piece of write. I enjoyed reading this beautiful work.
‘…Time like a brave old rooftop slants with snow, /Pictures the elegance of far ago, …’ Excellent portrayal of Time…ever read….thanks Ma’am for sharing…loved it much Voted 10++ Ms. Nivedita UK
Words warm the heart and paint woundrously. So beautiful. 10
dear sandraji, sun will set everyday... but your poetic sun will never......
Sandra, this poem is perfection, love the imagery and warm gentleness of your words. Cindy
Your sunset's song is a most wonderful piece Sandra, lovely words. Best wishes, Andrew x
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A wonderful poem. Love it.10++