Friday, February 02, 2007

Gab Fest

As crispy whispers rattle on a dry autumnal breeze
vermillion, gold and orange trinkets gild effusive trees
that soon will have to scrawl their thoughts across a chalky sky
with naked limbs that seek the song of spring to rectify.

2 comments:

sage said...

filled with rich imagery and word painting...thanks for sharing.

sage

sciolist said...

Wonderful poem but the last line seems a bit jarring to me.Not that I know anything of prosody. Just a thought.Hope you won't take it otherwise.