A stranger has left my town
Leaving the skies tired and gray,
And pine bristles to softly sound
As the wind chased him away.
He left for us a chill that settled
Hushing all that wake to song,
And an emptiness that meddled
In the human breath for long.
Even so outside I took
A little afterward walk.
Beside the keeping brook
I listened to a little talk.
Where I’m sure I listened to
A story silence covered…
A gentle truth that few knew
In this stream of his lingered.
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