In memory of dear Malcolm Henry James, author of "Missykad", his first novel published at the ripe old age of 71. Miss you MHOYHIB.
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Light, he who once encouraged you to grow
now leaves you standing stark,
giant arms waving tiny fingers
hurrying on the night to hide
your once vibrant head of leaves,
in his shawl of deepest, softest dark.

Such a familiar hilltop sight,
open wounds-
tombstones of nature.
If only I could dress you again
prettily, as you deserve.

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