tree hehn home | scribbles

Softly gone
your smile.
A breeze lingers
and I drift,
so many leaves
have left these trees
this autumn.
How hard they fell this year...
a tear for each.
ice cold ground.
a Christmas bough placed for you,
small dried
purple blooms
soft, quiet ornaments
cold hard ground
...miss those days
we laughed tears,
quiet moments...

1987 Gary Hehn

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