Wood Smoke in Autumn

When first the smell of woodsmoke comes in autumn,
I close my eyes, and still can see you there:
The softness in your touch, your eyes, your sweater –
The sun’s last rays reflected in your hair

And there beside the waters of lost passion,
I’m pulled back to your sacred memory –
The smell of woodsmoke lifted up to heaven
In pray’r and hope
That you’ve
Forgiven me


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