Snippets of memories

Deep in an evening
Autumn’s glory faded grey
Even frogs are still

The sugar maple
Prepares herself for evening
Wearing her red dress

Fasten the necklace
Fingers warm against my nape
Eyes meet in the glass

The two walk slowly
Her cheeks reddened with the cold
Or was it his kiss?

My toes are ice cubes
Sliding along your warm legs
I smile at your squeals

Warm apple cider
Laced with cloves and cinnamon
Sweet with memories

3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Thomas
    Oct 17, 2012 @ 02:59:06

    Very nice poem. BTW, I nominated you for the “One Lovely Blog Award.” You can see the details in my blog post.

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