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.


Anonymous said...

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


Arkava 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.