Sunday, 21 September 2008



Constituting a very large, indefinite number; innumerable: "The myriad snowflakes in the winter."

There must be
A myriad reasons
As to why autumn
Reaved me of my breath
I chose to only retain that
Of your smile
Golden and trembling.
A leaf soon departed.


Leatherdykeuk said...

Your poetry is exquisite today.

DJ Kirkby said...

Such a beautiful poem. I am so glad the widget brought me to your blog.

willow said...

Wonderful!! Perfect for this first day of fall. Your poetry is delicious. Now myriad is a word I do use. Don't you love the sound of it?

Olga/Maddie said...

This is so very lovely. *big smile*

God bless and take care. :).

Jennifer said...

One of my favorite words, I think. Both the poem and the image are beautiful. Sad and sweet.