Natures arctic gasp
Frost upon rigor grass.
Sketches of the past
Like dust on ageing glass.
Wasted pages,unspoken scripts
Hesitation at my fingertips
Reason mometarily eclipsed
Forever silenced are my lips
Weekend kisses on the loom
Infant flowers fail to bloom
Autumn bliss is ending soon
All beneath the evening Moon.
© Carla, 2011
