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.
Posted on 03/13/2004
Copyright © 2020 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.