Sunday, February 2, 2014

A poem about a girl I just met.

A breeze crept up,
a lonesome tree.
The leaves rustled,
they now were free.

As they took off,
to unknown terrain.
The tree smiled,
was it fall again?

Autumn's kiss left him,
thirsty for more.
He had waited a lot,
he could wait s'more.

1 comment:

  1. The story could have continued for some more time.