July Storm--Lost Innocence
Willful winds forced down
leaves, left gaping holes in thick
Maple's canopy.
Dwindling light seeps through sunken
sockets, once so full and green.
Now their skeletal
silhouette's are framed, are damned
by overcast sky
heavy with rain-- regrets, tears,
unspoken words-- yet to fall.
In all this I see
fragments of memory--us.
That last, lingering
gaze of your green eyes, bright and
wondering, haunts me still--loss.
The groaning, sighing
wind as it arches through my
woods-- seeking, longing--
calls out our names. Night's still falls
heavy, late, but quiets not.
Jill
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