Once upon an autumn morning,
You appeared by my side, soft and true
When I laughed and smiled,
I realized I always looked back at you.
The winters came and went
And you kept me warm
Under the tree where our evenings were spent
I taught you to fly
And you taught me to sing
This was how we welcomed Spring.
And that was how we spent our Summer.
But when your leaf fell down from the Tree of Heaven
You flew away like a songbird.
~October
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Hiraeth
PoetryHireath: (n) A homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. For the home I haven't yet returned to. ***************************** A book of poems and the occasional response to writing prompts. Or both. My es...