Posted in Free Verse

After The Fall

The last leaf waltzes under pearly clouds
while autumn tickles the ivories
before walking away on eggshells.
Dressed in its finest old lace,
winter flurries take center stage.
The glow from vanilla candles
can’t melt the frosted windowpanes.
Alabaster angels search the Milky Way
for cosmic lattes and corn silk teas
as a choir of freshly fallen snowflakes
sings of hope for a White Christmas.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 10/12/14 prompt at Creative Bloomings “Sunday Seed” to write a poem using the tints and hues of a chosen color.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s