Forever Autumn

She still sees floating leaves
on mounted hill, distant views,
Burying a cold, white air with
colours of lips pressed tight.

Shadows of thinned trees lurk
in corners of unseen winter,
Hidden from warm orb by
limbs stretching out and round.

Tears hang on wooden roof,
Shelter, borrowed crown,
Topping moments enrolled in
service of merciful silence.

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