Saturday, March 21, 2009

Evenings

I can't say I remember you all the time
but, some days when as a dried leaf
I traverse those roads
I think of you.
And as the breeze unfurls the evening
I remember your hair
flying into my face.

2 comments:

!nversed Poignancy! said...

I was able to picture it; Loved the tableau!

666*Ash*666 said...

Some magic in the words you used to describe that!