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I remember well the walks we took, along the river's bed
We pledged our love beneath wild oaks, as leaves were turning red
The morning fresh with sparks of dew so softly dripping down
that sprinkled teardrops on our heads, like diamonds in a crown.
A crimson sky, as colors changed, would quickly say goodbye
would come as no surprise to us, though the season swooned to cry.

We'd bundled warm, then stroll along, still charmed by nights of love
while branches of the autumn trees, would scatter light above
The trees would shed their amber leaves,...gold changed from rust to brown
and as we walked, I do recall, the change of season's sound
The silence of each season fell, and all the green was gone

And then in snow, the nights would fall, and branches pillowed high
Our muffled footsteps, walked through lace of winter's lullaby
We'd still hold hands, and through the gloves, I felt the love you held
Beneath the boughs, the snow came down, until the springtime fell
It finally came, while blossoms sprang, quite captured in the spell,
and budding boughs, held fragrant scent, and somehow birds could tell...

A robin sang, to welcome us, and meadow larks were heard
The petals flew upon the wind, and soon the green returned
A breeze announced the changing guard, and summer was disturbed
We would sit, while petals fell, and catch them from above
Our shelter in the seasons past.......at last had christened love




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3/7/14 By Carrie Richards
Written for "Memories On Branches" contest

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