Among the pebble paths
Of the Japanese garden
I grasped the tenderness
I longed to share
The cold, dry sun of fall
Heightens the red of the maples
And deepens the greens
Of the faultless, countless, lawns.
All is quiet
All is calm
All seems right.
Now I remember
You blushing warmly
As you leaned your head
against my chest
To see the cherry blossom
Then spring passed
Winds came
And like a petal,
You flew.
These autumn colours
Now hint of perfection
But there’s no blossom
.
And there’s no you.
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