Undress

A poignant autumn poem.

The trees are beginning to blush and undress,

Seduced by winter's frosty demeanor.

I am driving home from your house,

From what I fear might be our last encounter.

The cliffs aside this endless road

Are frothing over with

Bright reds and yellows.

I can almost hear the trees boasting, bustling,

Claiming positions at cliff's edge and displaying

Titular colors.

The majestic, blistering reds rustle disdainfully

As the yellows mingle beneath them,

Knowing they will never mix,

That they can never be together,

That we can never be together.

Reviews

[Delores Jordan]

I love your use of colors as a metaphor for love and its misplaced promise.

[FJ Davis]

Lovely, unique imagery; surprising, stunning and extremely effective ending.
Top-notch offering, Ben.