Tuesday, May 1, 2012


Moon drops fall in the
Open window of the
Empty room where
We danced.

The sun hit the amber leaves
And they fell to the ground
While we danced.

When the snow came
And the darkness
I waited in the room
But you were gone.

The sun shines again.
The room is still empty.
I wait to dance.

(Poem written by Beth Thrall)
(Illustration by Megan Franseen)