Photo: Victoria Slotto
of a pristine october morn
blue glass sky, cloud-
less, diamond dew-studs,
shimmering hoar frost
leaves blush at branches bare
bold crickets cry frantically
singing last-chance choruses
a flagging rose scatters petals
before winter’s advent
and i watch life slip
from between my fingers
Written for Kim’s Quadrille prompt at dVerse Poets’ Pub–asking for a poem of exactly 44 words, using the word cloud.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 