Tuesday 16th November 

Trembling branches 
Release their leaves 
The outcome of 
A sudden breeze 
Confetti falls 
From shaken trees
I wonder if
The forest grieves 
Branches stripped bare 
Falling with ease 
Left stark and bleak 
No time to seize 
Until next spring 
New growth reprise 

Love you both 
Precious sons 
xxxxx