Evening Houses Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

It's autumn now
Leaves fallen covering the summer earth
Hiding traces of harvest
Acorns scattered by north winds
Palace windows shuttered now
Divans covered with sheets
No sign of life

A little box of jewels lies scattered
On a cold stone floor
Pearls still warm from embracing
A royal neck, a lovely one

Pink velvet graced with silver beads
The box will never feel again
The touch of graceful princess fingers
Seeking just the right emerald
The right bauble
To go with the pale satin gown

There are no more parties
No cotillions
No more violins and chandeliers

For it's autumn now
The leaves have covered up the glory
The grandeur

Now all that remain
Are evening houses
Evening memories
And a little pink velvet box.