Lady Lute
The figure stood before me
poised, her angled head
her bright white crinoline dress.
Golden ribbons tied her hair, a
dark pink rose pinned to her chest

The slope of her shoulder,
the pretty half-smile, the
reserved stance of a
captured heart,
she captured mine

I took her smooth form in my hand
and felt the fall of crumpled leaves
the crush of so much time

Kathy Trout

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Kathy Trout would be pleased to hear them.