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

A Thread Of Being

How well you speak the language of the rain.
Your mood plays back to me on dusk's blue horn.
Light is unstable as a candleflame,
A thread of being subject to the wind.

Here at the nadir of the failing sun,
Warmth has the substance of October smoke.
It swirls around me with the dying leaves,
Makes song a shadow of more worth than breath.

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As we breathe, we really feel the warmth of your lines. And this 'Thread of Being' is a lovely musical piece, Sandra. Thank you so much.
LET THIS POEM OUTLIVE LIFE'S FLICKERING FLAME, BLAZING LIKE THE SUN'S UNDYING FLAME! 10 + -Raj
A gentle landscape as only you can paint Sandra - perfection in chosing the right words each time. Captivating
How beautiful your capture of the fragility and the impermanence “unstable as a candle flame…subject to the wind”.... “at the nadir of the failing sun”....
simply i am in love with your beautiful lines
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