And there, stood she

Autumn covered asphalt

sways with scattering sprays

of each passings-by

of late afternoon drives.

 

Landing a spiral drop at my feet;

colors of dead leaves,

and trickling winds skipping a tattering beat,

as if footprints behind me sneak.

 

And there stood she-

Just beyond the maple,

aside the steps

of the shadowed eaves.

 

With a smile and a nod,

behind her milk-white cheeks

and red lips,

there stood she.

 

(an excursion two months prior

of sand and sun, behind

a brown covered grin,

stood she)

 

A soft knit cap,

stretched and secured

blond locks against her head

and as the wind she floated with the leaves.

 

Halting before my feet, stood she,

with a warm stare and warmer eyes

and like the branches we swayed with the wind

and I met her hands with my shoulders.

 

Her kiss at first, a gentle breeze,

then gale force breath,

cold-blown against chapped lips

as then she fell dead with the leaves before me.

 

I never once knew

that death could be

as beautiful as it lay

In a heap upon my feet.

 

With a name of Summer

and a face of a dream

behind November's cloak,

of Winter's approach,

there, stood she.

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

Edits are needed. But i got the message.

[Meliss@k]

Wow, I could really relate to this poem because I have written two poems that you have seemed to sow into one.
Great job with the imagery and sensory details.
I'm a huge huge fan of love and written pictures.

[Alicia Schroeder]

Wow! This was amazing, great peice.

[Angelic Darkness]

I love this poem, and the use of the seasons as they passed. The images were
vivid, like a picture before me. You captured the essence gracefully and naturally.
This is going into my favorites. AD

[Frank Terino]

Beautifully written and expressed, I really enjoyed reading this poem as well as the wording
that brings the imagery to life, keep up the great work.

[Kasey Klein]

An interesting read. Thanks for the invite. I'm glad I stopped by.