Thursday, November 29, 2007

It Was A Day In Fall

The setting sun - a flat pale disc in the western sky
Gave out a sickly glint
Outlining the weathered trees as they reached
Empty boughs begging for warm cloaks of green
Their once rich wardrobe crackling
Beneath the slapping of homeward seeking feet
A purple shadowed shawl settled about the old maples limbs
And the goldfish bobbed about like apples in the pond
Pinioned there by a thin and icy glaze
Sunset turned the sky from lavender rose to gray
A flock of honking geese envisioning a shortcut
Across the rising moon were painted - in a perfect sideways 'v'

No comments: