Night Vision Poem by Sandra Fowler
Night Vision
Let rain forever make gray music, Friend.
Such sadness makes a sweet sound on the glass.
I wonder if that white owl on the hill
Knows lonesome well enough to sing it down.
We cannot call back distant August days
When goldenrod had power to warm the soul.
And yet night vision is a wondrous thing.
It measures drops of darkness on old roofs.
Previously Published, 'Poetry Depth Quarterly'.
Beautiful as ever! I sometimes wish I had night vision, its a whole different world when looking through the darkness
You have certainly warmed my soul with this one. You have again made a sweet sound on my old roof. Two attempts I have made with nature's annual cycle are 'October' and 'Beyond October.' You have reminded me 'We cannot call back distant August Days'...'And yet...' Much Thanks For This One Tom
In your poems I always feel how beauty and sadness merge to create a melancholy mood that touches the soul. Thank you for that, Magda
how well you connect one to another...old memories to night vision...along with rain...in a lonely atmosphere....artistic and classy..
hello dear ma'am! ! ! hey this is very flowery, lovey, , beautiful, lovely write indeed! ! ! .. and in a way this one is sort of Gothic aspect too! ! ! .. nice write ma'am with lots of love shan
we drank the oceans of sadness just to feel the taste of tranquility.............
night vision wonderful metaphor depicting the essence of old memories
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/7/2025 8:23:23 AM # 1.0.0
This Night Vision is a very good vision over life...most realistic down to earth...the fragile glass and the gray music relate to old age and the past memories...the sweet sound- the reflective satisfaction the mind derives from bygone days and sadness- of course- never to come back those days... An artful imaginative write, Sandra...I like this poem very much the way I read 10+