In two days the Sun
has erased the winter
from the yard; the buried
autumn lies bare in the dead grass,
the brown leaves laid atop it.
I regret the lost three springs,
the memories never carved
beside those in which,
on days like this,
you sit in the sunlight
on the porch of the sauna,
and I regret the four autumns
that have shed fallen
leaves on your grave.
31.03.2021
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