You come to me
A memory
A sudden catching in my throat
And I inhale
Your soft appeal
Like the scent of last year’s coat
Your stale perfume
Permeates the room
I press my face to the window
But all I see
Is a willow tree
And its silent, swaying shadow
Janet~
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!