I look north
At familiar trees
Memories of youthful sorrows
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I look north
At familiar trees
Memories of youthful sorrows
Autumn rains have come
Mists flowing through firs and cedar
Moisture in motion
My child rides away
Supported by his friendships
Trees colors changing
Movement calmly slows
This winter’s gently calm sun.
New cherry blossoms