I met you on the seat that sat with mine,
your color camouflaged within a Red steam engine
carriage. At the end you brought me
through the grey, back to your garden.
In the Red of roses, blue of violets,
you taught my golden-brown to blush
and loved me as your lady bell
shed its petals to the ground.
When morning came, you left me,
with the wind that called you from my side.
Your garden too, without you,
turned to cold and then to ice.
As I sit upon my seat within a carriage
colored Red, I am reminded of the fallen
leaves that found their way from branches,
to the flowerbed in which we slept.
Posted on Tue, April 1, 2008
by Lindsey Yuriko Warriner, Sophomore, Emerson College