Its September
Where is your rain muse ?
weve got our Autumn here
I'm drawing a line
on Summer past
like some bedraggled dragon
its chore has commenced
The buddleia is slightly drawn
and the red roses have died down
The Fern tree is re-splendid
in its promise
potted under my Robina
There's spinach and broad beans
for spring
Its September
Where is your rain muse ?
weve got our Autumn
I'm drawing a line
on Summer past
like some bedraggled piston
its chore has gone
The buddleia is slightly drawn
and the red roses have died down
The Fern tree is re-splendid
in its promise
potted under my Robina
and weve got our spinach to grow
for spring
The electric daffodils have dimmed now
Orange tulips back their guest arrival,
mechanical stem's,how they glisten
The arcane Robina tree is stet
no leaves this spring
Autumn is a long way off
Borage fills in the gaps
from corner to corner
they cover the ground
The dead eyed roses
grasp for sunlight
like mad mayhem
they last, in disordered array
Robina
My darling sister.
I wish I knew you.
I wish I could share you.
I wish you were here
to see you.
Who are you, what were you?
What would you be to me today?
My wish is that you could have stayed.
I love you although I do not know you.
But in my heart I own you.
I feel you with me
and all of us together.
Loving sisters and brothers.
You are here today in our hearts forever.
Nothing will keep us apart on that day...
That day we meet you again
And then, we will share our hearts, together forever.
But know this
sweet sister
you are here with us now!
I feel you. I Love you!
You are at rest now with
your dad. May he keep you safe.
Xxxxxxxx
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