by Dawn Wittner
(Texas)
When the leaves curl and fall from the trees
My life shall be no more
The wind will blow
Breaking the winter’s silence
But I will be no more
Gone will be the days of sunlight on my face
Rain upon a windowsill
Echoing laughter of my youth
For I will be no more
In a tomb of stone I will lie
Under a blanket of earth
Beneath wilted flowers
I will be no more
I will be no more