The sound of rain is winter on the roof. <br />It whispers us into fragility. <br />One tear dropp has the power to shatter glass. <br />The gray scent of the river fills the room. <br /> <br />One wonders how the moment fits the form. <br />Perhaps, the answer is too infinite. <br />An old boat whistle blows the landscape home. <br />Sky is the limit for such lonesomeness. <br /> <br />It has been awesome to touch souls with you. <br />The distance is a mood that never fades. <br />Our imagery is lowering with the day. <br />It rains in my world, Friend, the same as yours. <br /> <br />Copyright,2008, Sandra Fowler<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-scent-of-gray/
