Seasonal Gifts


United States
28° 39' 14.1012" N, 81° 32' 55.2228" W

With soft and tender hands,
he gently wipes away the leaves
of a helpless tree
that has shed in the autumn weather,
damaging the trunk and sap.

His clothes smell of younger scents
that I have smelled before,
maybe in a fall’s past.
But we have just met.

He has come to me in the autumn
where the leaves have remained
with huge brown eyes.
He cares.


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