Wind blows with clarity that hurts the eyes, <br />And makes old crooked men of autumn trees. <br />I watch the landscape dancing with the sound, <br />Creating poems no dusk could receive. <br /> <br />My friend, a shadow road leads to sunset. <br />Music alone weights down the fallen light. <br />Admire the comfort of that suddeness <br />That wipes the mood like tears from closing eyes.<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shadow-road/
