Poetic Soul
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Leaf Fall
An Autumn past, we walked this hill;
Then, swiftly, you were gone
Beyond my touch, beyond my sight -
Intangible as dawn.
Again, the maple that you loved
Has lost her crimson gown;
I stood, and knew that maple well
As her last leaf went down...
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