Outside rain plays its prolonged summer song. <br />Gray windowpanes record earth's silent cry. <br />Faint light is just a whisper caught by time, <br />Words spare and elegant, long lost in space. <br /> <br />Fingers are warmed by what a mood can make. <br />Touch is as delicate as filigree. <br />Wind blows the candle of our landscape out. <br />It takes us, Friend, where all old raindrops go.<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-summer-song/
