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September
Pigeons building their late nest
have stripped my cherry tree
late sun shines through but from
the west a cool breeze stirs
I have not even cut the grass it now
will catch late dew at dawn
but there is no-one left behind
to wet their slippers on the lawn
When in cool spring the lilac trees
had bloomed so many friends
were met and said farewell now when
I take to bed my shutters are not drawn
Memory faith and hope suggest that
spring like birds and friends will come again
though hope indeed is mine
all faith is theirs