I think the dusk has slipped beyond all words. <br />You speak spring with an accent never heard. <br />A poem on an Appalachian pane <br />Is bringing April back via the rain. <br /> <br />Pale trillium on the hill above the creek <br />Is delicate beyond the will to speak. <br />A gray coat of old feelings wraps my frame. <br />The landscape flickers like a candleflame. <br /> <br />Friend, frozen tears of trees mirror the sky <br />Within the confines of their inner cry. <br />The light fades us into its elegy. <br />Music is pictured though no sound need be. <br /> <br />2007, Copyright Sandra Fowler<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/appalachian-gray/
