Autumn
Petals
on the garden floor,
Love
and life no more.
Scents,
once blowing on the wind,
Love’
kisses to remind.
That
loving children’s hearts
Rested
awhile on blossom sweet
Gently,
pray gently,
As
you your garden prune;
You
know not what souls,
What
loving tenderness,
You
dash with prune and fork,
In
your eagerness for winter.
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