Leaves falling, swirling
wind turns chill, your memory
cannot hold my hand.
14 January 2010
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I let go
ReplyDeletejust as heats
rode up
on high wind
I could see
high above tree tops
I knew it was for the best... :)
Those last five words are great!
ReplyDeletewind turns chill
ReplyDeletenow you're cooking
and measuring
what holds
what doesnt
your brevity is frightening
Winter falls, in sadness
ReplyDeletefrom the trees.
Wind stings the eyes
and chills the soul.
(I know, it fails the haiku syllable requisites)
I hope I don't have to write a poem to comment?
ReplyDeleteThis one's my favourite.