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

A Word And A Flower

You claim my thoughts,
Though you have never seen your name in frost.
I think the window of a distant train
Still mirrors you like a poem in its glass.

Through strong, blue dusk,
You come to me with a word and a flower.
Snow to the eaves alone brings Wednesday back.
The only gold is in the sunset, Friend.

Previously published, 'Matinee', Germany

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The only gold is in the sunset, Friend...You came to me with a word and a flower. a very good poem. dev
Your poetry is exquisite Laurie Hill
I have read this beautiful poem again and again and my feelings are same as of Yelena. This sunset gold is more precious than pure gold. Warm Regards Naseer
This is quintessential Sandra magic - evocative and calming and a way that bring sense to our frenetic and perilous world.
Nice image created with words great poetic work.. warm regards, Mari
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