In search of evergreen.

In search of evergreen.

While the leaves

of past loves

lie dead in the gutter.

New thoughts on love

come from growth

by chance,

in search of the evergreen.

Reviews

[Alice Poésy]

What wonderful imagery. It plays like a scene from a film in my head. It also reminds of The Fig Tree from Sylvia Plath's 'The Bell Jar'.

We must shed our old leaves in order to grow. We must shed our old leaves to find the ever-green. I love the connotations that come with the word 'evergreen'. Fantastic poem.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Alice Yes evergreen has that permanency about it while autumn is so casual. Thank you for your comments:)