Walking Past Your Garden
Walking past your garden
When it was autumn´s end,
Withered leaves spread across
Cobbled pathways that bend;
I spied a single leaf
Upon a maple high,
Trembling in gentle breeze
Beckoning the dusk nigh;
Pausing for moments long
I saw it tumble down,
Straight upon my shoulder
Its texture withered brown;
Did an omen befall?
With its stark fragile blade,
That I may plead my love
Before the fall could fade;
I searched for a blossom
There was none I could find,
I was filled with remorse
Dark tidings in my mind;
Lo! In the fading light
An Azalea stood,
Dainty in its blueness
And then I understood;
I plucked its tenderness
And found it laced with dew,
I smelt its fragrance sweet
And knew it was for you;
The last bloom in autumn
Had come upon my way,
It made my heart whisper
My love would bloom someday.
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