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Friday, September 19, 2008

Sunday Scribblings, R.S.V.P.

Spring wobbled in brand new heels
And took the stairs gleefully,
Dropping petals that
Floated softly away.

Summer sat at the end of the table
Picking flowers from a vase.
Pulling petal from stem, entwined,
Moon blushed smile.

Fragrant ribbons unrolled across the floor
As Autumn’s velvet skirts swayed,
Pouring wine in upturned glasses
Intoxicating their dreams.

Sated eyes watched the doors and
Lips silently repeated the clock’s ring
The slow waltz of regret and wondering played,
Waiting for Winter to accept the invitation.



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12 comments:

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

So sensual. It touched all the senses. Lovely! Petra

Granny Smith said...

I love this personalization of the seasons! I am constantly impressed with your delicate and sensuous images.

XX Phyllis

Queen-Size funny bone said...

oh so elegant and so intimate

Pam said...

Wonderful job of personification of the seasons. I wait to hear what Winter is like.

Dina said...

Beautiful poetry.

Patois said...

This is simply divine. I can see the seasons in all their glory. Beautifully done.

anno said...

From "Spring wobbled in brand new heels," you had me. I loved "Autumn's velvet skirts," and the "slow waltz of regret and wondering." Beautiful!

SweetTalkingGuy said...

Clever stuff! I wonder what winter will say?

B. Roan said...

I loved it. Beautifully written. BJ

tumblewords said...

Oh, how clever and how nicely done! I love this piece, just love it!

Julie Schuler said...

Gorgeous and lush and tactile.

bluebethley said...

A lovely turn of seasons, with just a hint of melancholy as we turn to winter. Each image seems precisely right for the seasons as they pass. I'm not sure I want "winter" to accept the "invitation." It's always affirming to read your works.