SF (February,4,1937 / W. Columbia, WV, USA)

A Taste Of Going

The glamor of the sun on old tin roofs.
I wonder why the moment seems so lost?
Long shadows follow summer into time.
The taste of going is the taste of wine.

How intricate to trace rhythmical moves
Into the deepening dusk of old.lost loves.
West has become the circle of our suns.
Friend, light itself will see the patterns home.

Previously published, Skylark, Purdue University Calumet

by Sandra Fowler

Comments (24)

Nostalgia and sadness, beautiful words from begining to end - another treasure
Your poems would be enjoyed and understood by one unfamiliar with the English language - such is the musicality of your verse. You play your words like a master musician and lift the spirit of the reader with the glorious sound. Another poetic prelude to treasure. love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Typo period in line 6, I think. Love the last line which I consider a statement of noetic theology being the spiritual but not necessarily the religious. Bill Grace
How beautiful! Existence and human love are woven into one subtle, lovely tapestry. It seems to me, time is a shadow, spilling and reaching over all!
Very nostalgic...and I love the title. You certainly have captured the 'Taste Of Going' with your lovely wording of sentimental thoughts. It's sad but beautiful all at the same time.
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