Lady Lute
The figure stood before me
poised, her angled head
her bright white crinoline dress.
Golden ribbons tied her hair, a
dark pink rose pinned to her chest
The slope of her shoulder,
the pretty half-smile, the
reserved stance of a
captured heart,
she captured mine
I took her smooth form in my hand
and felt the fall of crumpled leaves
the crush of so much time
Kathy Trout
