Frost on Dead Leaves

Image prompt from Suzanne Olivante which combined nicely with the Poetic Asides prompt:

For today’s prompt, write a relationship poem. Of course, there are human relationships, but there are also plant-animal relationships, animal-animal relationships, and even mathematical relationships. Good, bad, healthy, and not-so-much. Dive deep today.

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Frost on Dead Leaves

I remember spring.
It was several years ago
when we first met
and the world was full
of waggy puppies and purry kittens.

Then a few years of summer,
sure there were storms,
but easily weathered
and it seemed like the picnic
would never run out of potato salad.

And just like it did once before,
autumn blew the bright leaves
to the graying ground
where they gathered the frost
from your voice.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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2 Responses to Frost on Dead Leaves

  1. writenaked says:

    The potato salad line is great! As is the last stanza. Love the alliteration popping up throughout.

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