Enlightening leaves of fragrant autumn.
One glorious morning I opened my eyes to see.
My room's window permitting in autumn's breeze.
Kicked off the quilt, jumped out of the bed.
To drink up the zealous day waiting ahead.
It's autumn, the season she loved the most.
It happened to serve our love like a host.
Though most of us see it for a guest.
It nurtured us but as we fluttered out of our nests.
We met in the garden on top of the hill.
Her name was Julian but I called her Jill.
Her pupils sparked as the color of enlightening leaves.
The wisdom they concealed, no mind can ever perceive.
I talked, she sang then we pranced to dance.
Cecelia sasanquas fragrance encompassed us in a trance.
Trees showered red leaves, many crunching under our feet.
The chiming music to my ear, her melodious laugh so sweet.
On the bench now I'm sitting under the same old tree.
Reciting stories of autumn to our little barbie.
She's her mirror image. An angelic reflection.
I see her catching butterflies. Eyes glistening with affection.
Jill rests in peace in the fragrant autumn among the enlightening leaves.
I smile at her memory blowing kisses to the child of our dreams.
Me and my daughter visit this garden every scented autumn.
She is her bud sprouting to flower, ready to blossom.
Even chirping birds confirm her comforting eternal existence.
Silent it seems but I feel Jill's presence to the degree of immense.
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