Dones
Late fall, trees half dressed sway over glittering cast offs
The reach for charcoal and white waiting canvas
Pauses in now familiar hesitation
The moment shimmers alive
To dissipate in pink contrails
Of yet another unfulfilled sunset
Another thought train clatters into distance
Whence came this single tear
To well in unseeing eyes
Fingers hunt and peck in vain
to capture such a moment
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2008
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