Sadly Going Between Seasons
The empty swing still made arcs
As though the child yet remained
The apple blooms have turned to fruit
But I will never be the same.
The last rose rots in a steely mist
Pearls of dew clinging bravely to a leaf remind me of your smile
For they both reflect
The truth and the illusion all the while
| Contributors: | baoloa, Karin, De Quincey, Randy, Anon., Francine. |
| Poem finished: | 11th August 2003. |