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
she captured mine
I took her smooth form in my hand
and felt the fall of crumpled leaves
the crush of so much time
If you have any
thoughts on this poem, Kathy Trout would
be pleased to hear them.