I would trade all,
my effervescent adolescence,
every fetching moment,
to avoid that elision.
Demure are the days,
and lithe the years,
since the ineffable
A mere harbinger
of the coming penumbra
could not be afforded
The end of serendipity
leading me down a
long lane of lassitude
This was written for Shawna’s Monday Melting Prompt at http://www.rosemarymint.wordpress.org!