Sandra Fowler - A Sunset Song

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.

Time like a brave old rooftop slants with snow,
Pictures the elegance of far ago,
When warm sound was enough to make the cold,
Paint a sunset of instrumental gold.

Sandra Fowler

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