Seems I always come to find
how it lingers in my mind —
the scent of memories I remember
haunting each and every November
The musty breath of fallen leaves
how my heart again still grieves
for all that I have once more lost
again weighed down by its cost
With these branches stripped so bare,
along with how I used to care
for the lushness once in spring,
back when I cherished everything
Before Death finally came to stay,
refusing to speak all she will say
about the ending of this life —
its fleeting joy and lingering strife
Neither a friend nor a foe,
never sharing what she does know
about the meaning of these scents —
each one a lament she never prevents
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Wonderful rhyme and flow in this poem with a tale to tell. It speaks to me in such calm and matter of fact words and carries a peaceful feel. Very nice
A wonderfully written calming and peaceful write, enjoyed the read
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