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.
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