Entry for the Deciduous Poetry Contest: Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Then, such a fleeting glimpse I had of thee; eyes caught in passing trains, that summer past. As time, in that moment did morph from fast, to deathly still, the more that we could see into each others eyes with such degree to burn an image in my soul, to last all the tormenting years that since have passed; and I have spent without you close to me. A russet leaf that takes its flight in Fall will not unfold anew come next years Spring instead, dissolve, to feed green shoots to come. Each season watch the tree grow ever tall until, in time, as wills, a child will swing beneath it’s branches, watched by dad, and mom.
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