Under the Autumn Tree

by

McKenna Byrne

The leaves are falling one by one
Like gold-tipped tears, for summer's death;
The years are passing one by one
And time and sense and I are met.
You will not come; the night will fall,
The wind will rise and shadows shake;
The leaves will die against the wall,
The sparrow's nest will fall and break.
You will not see my faithful part
Played out beneath this autumn tree,
But you will know within your heart
That winter comes to cover me.

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