Sandra Fowler Poems

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51.
A Winter Aeorgramme

I dreamt we met in verses once again.
The mood was Lithuanian as yourself.
Our convesation was in pen and ink,
Outdated as a winter aeorgramme.
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52.
Bittersweet

The mood was bittersweet and lyrical.
The birds sang evening almost every day.
My dress was yellow as the paling sun.
Wind whispered of us to the Queen Anne's lace.
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53.
Forever In The Dusk

Your face is left forever in the dusk,
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54.
Lost

The lonely landscape whispers of itself.
Yesterday's shadow overtakes the field.
Lost in such thoughts we wonder what to do?
Bones are not strong enough to turn sunset.
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55.
All Mortal Flight

I watch your poem go down in the west
And know old friends are gold without a doubt.
I clasp your hand to wish you my godspeed.
Our epitaph is written in your eyes.
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56.
A Scent Of Gray

The sound of rain is winter on the roof.
It whispers us into fragility.
One tear dropp has the power to shatter glass.
The gray scent of the river fills the room.
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57.
Dream Music

In dreams you walked through vast fields of wildflowers,
While river insects sang their autumn Psalms.
Time like a painted lady butterfly,
At last brought new life to your work worn frame.
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58.
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.
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59.
Appalachian Blue

Friend, let us touch each other with warm words.
Deep in the thicket, hear the evening birds
Talk of old sunsets quite content to be,
No more than what the naked eye can see.
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60.
A Taste Of Going

The glamor of the sun on old tin roofs.
I wonder why the moment seems so lost?
Long shadows follow summer into time.
The taste of going is the taste of wine.
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