Honeysuckle leant
Over the broken
Battered fence
An aging
Advertisement sign
Blocked the hole
Where children
Climbed.
Rows of vegatables
Now withered died
Yellowed stalks
That insects climb
The sunshine
Of Summers first kiss
Makes me remember
Reminisce.
Your hair golden
As summer sun
The smile you bore
As love begun
But the cruel Winter
Falling snow
Leaves surrendered
You are no more.
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Comments2
A sense of sadness pervades this poem of passing. There is a feeling in the metaphor that all things have their season. Nicely written
thanking you
A touch of sadness in this write, a sense of all things will eventually pass, nicely expressed and written
many thanks
You are very welcome
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