Sunday, November 12, 2006



Whole seasons
are left in your wake

A winter
unadorned
resting in the dust on the mantle

A spring
caught between the glossy pages
of a travel magazine

A summer
spilt on the tiles
spreading to the carpted hallway

A Fall
embossed on your coffee cup
impressions of leaves
and colours


4 comments:

Anonymous said...

This is really beautiful. I like how you've broken down the seasons into different stanzas. Each one is so telling.

Chris Never said...

Hi Sandy , thankyou very much, just a little one to while away a moment *smile*, glad you enjoyed it.

burning moon said...

how fanciful. I love the turn through seasons. Nice work.

The blue is very hard to read though.

Chris Never said...

yeah, I know but i love the colour lol

I will be more considerate next time
*grin*