Sandra Fowler Sunset Poems

There is a tide mysterious as the sea,
Dividing light and darkness endlessly,
West of the moment's own necessity.
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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.
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Sun crackles in the blue reserved hill.
One lone leaf glitters eerily of chill.
The sky looks grosgrain from my window sill.
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