Sun played its last tune among yellow flowers.
Yesterday's shadow overtakes the field.
Dusk lays its burden down on old tin roofs.
Soundlessness is a song profoundly blue.
The smoke of supper fires is welcome now.
It warms the windowpanes with wests firelight.
Such brightness is a catalyst for verse
That talks a little winter with the earth.
Previously published, 'The World Poets Quarterly', China
Sandra Fowler
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