Pieces of Fall
Bark mulch and oak leaves Hear the call
scattered down and brown away
Dirt road's old farm house in a memory
shuttered and shut down
people who lived there It's not there
are lost in the rain and they
hunting and searching were not looking
what they can't regain
Standing in puddles It's not there
oak leaf blackened now and they
huddled and clinging just keep looking
to one remembered vow
Spring green and dancing It's not fair
Windsong wild days a pair
returning tomorrow of lost lovers
staying til Summer haze
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