Whisper of the willow
soft in mornings dew.
Rustling leaves on autumns day
always remind me of you.

Candy apples, cantaloupe,
sweet as cane so pure;
Snowflakes, roses, satin sheets
and others things demure.

Rainy days with you alone,
steamy nights for two,
coffee and fried chicken
always remind me of you.



Written by:
Mary Dougherty


Poetry and Prose
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