The Spoonbill Generator

Sadly Going Between Seasons

The empty swing still made arcs [baoloa]

As though the child yet remained [Karin]

The apple blooms have turned to fruit [baoloa]

But I will never be the same. [Karin]

The last rose rots in a steely mist [De Quincey]

Pearls of dew clinging bravely to a leaf remind me of your smile [Randy]

For they both reflect [Anon.]

The truth and the illusion all the while [Francine]

Contributors: baoloa, Karin, De Quincey, Randy, Anon., Francine.
Poem finished: 11th August 2003.