IT WAS
by Paul Curtis

It was in the spring
Beneath the canopy of oak boughs
Where you kissed me for the first time
It was in the summer
In the dappled shade of the same oak
Where you said I do
It was in the autumn
Beneath the falling leaves of oak
Where you were laid to sweet repose
Now it's winter
And the oak boughs are as empty as my life
But soon I will join you dear wife


I am a fifty something family man with a passion for writing and I draw inspiration from those around me.
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