Friday, November 06, 2009

The Little Sadness Poem --revised a few times







You ask,

what is it that isn't there?

The color of the trees before

their limbs went bare.

What is it that isn't there?



What remains is music

that floated once in air.

The sweater that you wore

held a single strand of hair.

2 comments:

Liz Brennan said...

Touchingly beautiful, and beautifully touching.

Marinela said...

Just lovely :)