SOUVENIRS

rose hips

 

All we have are souvenirs
of moments gone by –
traces of tears
shadows of laughter
and the feeling they left behind.

Summer bequeathed to Autumn
her seeds and skeletons
for time to choose
which to bury
or resurrect
season
after
season.

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