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Autumn
by Richard TrotterMy 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 © 2025 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. |
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