The lemon lady fingers of the sun <br />Lay ribbons of pale mercy on the cold. <br />Silk birds like kites lift dreams as high as smoke. <br />The music of the moment lives on hope. <br /> <br />Gray roofs are steeping thickly to the west. <br />Snow flakes like ghosts fall softly through the mind. <br />I feel the shelter of your shadow hand <br />Stroking my trembling wings for evening flight. <br /> <br />Previously published: Paris/Atlantic, France<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evening-flight/
