the fall of leaves
is late this year
it seems they waited
for her who held
all nature dear
but now bare branches
grieve their forfeiture
and it is our Margaret
whom they mourn for
‘for Margaret’
the fall of leaves
is late this year
it seems they waited
for her who held
all nature dear
but now bare branches
grieve their forfeiture
and it is our Margaret
whom they mourn for
