The moment is elusive as old verse. <br />Music only suggests its fragile self. <br />Moon drops fall beautiful upon bare panes <br />The chill dances through labyrinths of trees. <br /> <br />The ancient loveliness of autumn's lamp <br />patterns the night like lace on humankind. <br />You promise me the mood will never end. <br />Smoke swirls through stanzas of infinity. <br /> <br />Copyright,2008, Sandra Fowler <br /> <br />'With a special recommend from the editors <br />of 'World Poets Quarterly.China'<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bare-panes/
