How Like A Candle - Poem by Sandra Fowler
The depth of meaning has an amber cast.
Deep wells of sunset hold the landscape fast,
To speak a shadow, Friend, would disallow,
The silent fall of light that is the now.
Just lift your hand, warmly appreciate
This time that came to you however late.
How like a candle our life is about.
One lovely flicker and the world goes out.
Previously published, The World Poet's Quarterly, China
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