An anniversary -12 years thence

 

Mellow morning lightly sweep,
This early summer weep
through the garden foliage
The gust of stormy rage,
rain-born brook at the children’s park
I watch as I solemnly walk
In reminiscence of my brother,
O’ I shall not trot any further!
Over the southern plain
solitary I look in vain
hopeful of the visage dear
To appear,
Upon the crimson hue
Plaintive tears due
for the soul,
forever gone.