Tears and rain

The trees are weeping tears of loss and grief
The storm attacked them while they were in leaf
Birds fly by my window, very close
I have not cut the shrubs so near the house

So this garden is my private wood
Shared by birds and beatles and by God
For I find God in silence, long and green
And in the little places in between

Yet I am sad my man has had to die
After several years my heart still cries
The house, the pictures, stoneware seem to speak
I cry for him when sound is absent,bleak

Now the grief is less I miss him most
He seems so far away, in tears he floats

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