She walks alone at the break of dawn
On a path well-trodden and worn
Wiping the tears from her swollen eyes
Recalling another misty autumn morn



Bundled in his sweater threadbare and old
The slight fragrance of his cologne
Wafts gently in the morning air
Harshly reminding her that he's gone



They met in the fall on a day like this
Heart smiling as she remembers
Until a cloud of sadness overtakes
Mourning him for seven Novembers



Gone are the hopes and plans and dreams
Facing a future desolate and bare
Without the warmth of love's embrace
He would never again be there



Unable to move from this lonely place
She cries aloud in the morning breeze
Her answer comes from a gentle voice
Through the rustling of dying leaves



Weak from crying; tired from walking
Shuffling feet making a crunching sound
She falls to her knees and bows her head
Suddenly knowing where hope can be found



Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
November 7, 2008
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