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New beauty lying fresh upon the branches of the spring,
A whispered proposition, a sparkling diamond ring.
The girl dew-eyed and smiling, pink-cheeked as the blossomed boughs,
The love-light brightly shining with anticipated vows.
The young man pulls her close to him to shield her from the breeze
In their secret place among the heather and the trees.
The summer sun is setting over trees adorned with green,
The white-wrapped girl so radiant, a bride at just eighteen.
Her dreams and hopes beginning here as daddy leads her in
To join the man to share her life, to love through thick and thin.
Still they go into the woods, today as man and wife,
And she is more contented now she has her plans for life.
The trees are growing golden and the leaves are drifting down
Like yesterday's confetti, now a trampled, dirty brown.
She stares into her teacup, remembering the fight
And wonders if he will be coming home at all tonight.
Weeping as the stereo repeats the same sad song,
She feels so small and helpless, and she knows it's going wrong.
In the place where they first loved, the girl now sits alone,
Her soul as empty as the trees, her frosty heart like stone.
The branches, bleak and desolate, are reaching for the sky,
But she is crushed and broken since he said his last goodbye.
Abandoned with her memories, now tinged with hurt and pain,
Her wind-whipped tears are hidden by the cold December rain.
Elaine Mumford
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