Sandra Fowler Poems
|121.||(1) A Friendship Bridge||5/16/2008|
|122.||I Met You In A Poem||3/3/2006|
|123.||A Touch Of Sunset||3/12/2007|
|124.||A Hymn To Frost||9/1/2007|
|125.||The Stanzas Of My Mind||12/11/2005|
|126.||Forever Is Today||3/30/2006|
|129.||A Shadow Beautiful||6/13/2007|
A Shadow Beautiful
How can I write a shadow beautiful?
It is elusive, haunting as old verse.
The wind transcribes the dusk upon pale leaves.
I touch your hand to prove the mood is real.
A cloud or two portends day's epitaph.
Friend, linger takes us where all lyrics go.
The picture is an echo of itself.
No sound is needed to configure song.
You Need Not Know
House corners sing a wind song to the blues.
The air randomly flows with shadow trees.
You come to me across the fading fields.
The passion in your tired face lights the dusk.
I want to tell you, though you bring no flower,
That I have all I wanted from the fall,
But you press your hand hard against my mouth.
The moment is too simple for much speech.