Saturday, December 02, 2006

this day is done and she sleeps
go on now go, if you must
and gather up
all you came with
but please, could you leave us this
the persimmon tree beneath the sun
the pink contrail
nicked by the wind
though i never really expected it
to last. and all those red
and fragile leaves
waving like happy ladies
in a parade,
take it all for i have hope
that you'll be back
though the night winds rumble
and shake the house
the siren's wail of a final breath
is no concern to me
right now


Olaf Vanderhoot said...

for if i leave this place
unadorned and unguided

you'll find me out
by sound
the weary beating of a lonesome heart.

Velo Bella said...

the pink contrail

I see it .... but I don't have one to share.

So here's a persimmon tree instead.

Ippoc Amic said...

i was asleep by 9? oh yes, a few hours already...

lauren said...

those night winds, they sure did rumble last night. and seem to be still going...

marscat said...

poems and persimmons...sweet.

Olaf Vanderhoot said...

came back for more bites.

X Bunny said...

me likey