A soft, mundane stillness


Sunday 22nd November


A soft, mundane stillness

Permeates the damp air

Fallen leaves no longer crisp

Dewy moss everywhere

Wafting wisps of woodsmoke

Striving to cling to one’s hair


Still missing you sweetie

Treasured Angel son


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