Autumn by Richard Trotter My evening echoes yesterdays cold: each year that slipped down my face with no one to read the notebooks, dissecting souls like steam from a cup thats warm like the nectar of sun sadly soiled by gaunt branches as tendrils of winter whisper and welcome the oblivion of the tea leaf sky. 09/30/2003 Posted on 03/13/2004 Copyright © 2024 Richard Trotter Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Stephanie Kent on 03/14/04 at 03:06 AM "as tendrils of winter whisper" "the tea leaf sky" Everything about this lives and breathes autumn! "my evening echoes yesterday's cold," Awesome...one for the favorites list:) Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 03/14/04 at 09:33 AM autumn is my favorite season... this brings swirling twirling quiet images to mind... blessings... Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 03/17/04 at 04:13 PM dissecting souls like steam from a cup.....autumn leaves. lovely. complete. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)