You claim my thoughts, <br />Though you have never seen your name in frost. <br />I think the window of a distant train <br />Still mirrors you like a poem in its glass. <br /> <br />Through strong, blue dusk, <br />You come to me with a word and a flower. <br />Snow to the eaves alone brings Wednesday back. <br />The only gold is in the sunset, Friend. <br /> <br />Previously published, 'Matinee', Germany<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-word-and-a-flower/
