Soft Hail Flutters

you were here looking up
at the pine branches where pine sparrows flit about

you were here resting on the withered grass
the grass remains, still withered

autumn has already come to an end
the winter sun seems so distant and small

on the trail in the valley of dark hills
soft hail comes fluttering
soft hail flutters

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