Did you mean boughs instead of bows?

The disparity between the sorrow and joys that August week brought... A time to remember, a loss, a gain...
What memories I have of Uncle... Hard to believe he's gone...
Love the imagery of the trees throughout your poem. I still miss those poplar trees...

Crys...

Charlie, these wonderfully written lines speak for me as well.
-gene.

I muchly agree with Axilea about the power of the repetitions in this elegiac piece, Charlie - like "dust to dust, ashes to ashes", so haunting and hallowed with the soft intimacy and tender reaffirmation of a special memory and bond. Truly, you have captured just how precous this place, these trees, that treasured Uncle is and was and ever will be. Beautiful! xx

An amazing poem, rich in insight, great spiritual wisdom, and the suffering is real, the whole poem is so enlighteningly real ~
Blessings,
Christine

The sadness of "lie nailed in subdivided homes"! (and, of course, of "mutilated bows")... The last stanza says so much about tragedy and deterioration. The whole poem is just beautiful, Charlie, reminding the reader of your other beautiful poem that is no longer on this site, with the effective imagery and repetition in the first stanza. I like the image of those bare breasts bared to the sun: the repetition of "bare" makes them so vulnerable and almost human. There is a feeling of loss and sadness here and the presence of a compassionate soul.

Axilea

Very enjoyable and unigue autumn write, I like this.
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I do love fall and I think part of it is that spooky kind of feeling that comes with the trees loosing their leaves. But there's a different part as well, fragrant, colorful and soft and muddled. I remember runnig through thick carpets of soft leaves as a child, some of the best times of my life. Your poem brought all that back to me. Wonderfully written.