Sandra Fowler - Compelling Light

I left you in an era of woodfires,
Red leaves burning like sunset on tin roofs.
No rain swept reason for such loss compares,
To what cannot be earthbound by a word.

Though winter falls like crystal past the pane,
I feel your shadow thumbprints on my lids.
West is the echo of the imagery
Compelling light on fields of goldenrod.

Previously published, 'Poetry Depth Quarterly'

Sandra Fowler

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