Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Like Memories

The last persimmons
Are decaying
In their clear glass bowl
Overexposed, withered
Sunset hues fade into the
Ochre shadows of dusk
Rotting
Alone
As day to day life keeps
Passing them by

1 comment:

* said...

Striking images here. I like the "Ochre shadows of dusk" and the suggestion of decay, undoing.