Tuesday, October 21, 2014


The season you loved so well
Does fill me with nostalgia for you
I miss you each day of  the remains
Can you hear me?

Burning leaves and clear skies
The October month delivers
Immortal beauty and comfort
And I cannot hear you agree

I am here and you did hold me
With love and assurance
You soothed my gravest fears
But Death whispers the final decree.

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