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