Autumn in England by Suzy Davies

 

 

You held my hand,

as we strolled through autumn leaves,

a symphony of sound

rustled through the trees.

Vapor breath,

made strange, ethereal shapes,

and we stood silent –

we’d made our escape.

 

Away from the city,

the lights and the trains.

Stood beneath trees,

watched the drizzling rain.

Drop on drop it fell,

a tympani to hear,

 

Silent

as

my

tears,

 

remembering the years.

 

Copyright, Suzy Davies, 01/09/2017. All Rights Reserved. No Copying.

 

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