Distant Thoughts

With dead remnants of autumn at her feet Abreast a patch of green in early spring Upon a rocky mantle in retreat With grief still claiming what tomorrow brings On her lap, a love story in a book A satin ribbon marks the place it ends She turns her face away, she can not look Beneath an old oak tree that can not bend She wears the dress that he will never see Symbolic of a dream not meant to be Still virgin white with ruffles at the sleeves Confining her and every breath she breathes Her mind in distant thoughts that only see Those autumn leaves still clinging to the trees Written: May 30th, 2014 Too late for the Isiah's contest, but I posted it anyway. The picture was such an inspiration.