Sonnet 65

Was it the cold October wind and rain
That brought back bitter memories of you;
Or yet, perhaps, the leaves all crimson stained
That harkened to that final pained adieu?
Perhaps it’s but the winter yet to come
With frozen breath and stinging shards of ice,
And frosty shroud that smothers like a tomb
The vestiges of some sweet former life?
Though memories may fade with passing years
And pain may be assuaged by soothing time,
A single falling leaf can beckon tears
When cold winds send a shiver down my spine.
The how or why I may yet never know;
But thoughts of you return when cold winds blow.

©Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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