Today I lost my purple tree
With all its chattering birds
As if they took it with them
When they knew they had to fly
Northward or southward
Leaving me to mourn
In an expanded sky
Thirty years of shade uplifted
Easily by the blazing sun
The eerie silence and stillness
Of no leaves falling in the yard
The question in the air
Of how and if and when
To start all over again
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