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Memories On Branches

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