My father’s old shirt—
the fragrance of autumn mist
lingers on the sleeves.
My father’s old shirt—
the fragrance of autumn mist
lingers on the sleeves.
My father’s old shirt—
the fragrance of autumn mist
lingers on the sleeves.
My father’s old shirt—
the fragrance of autumn mist
lingers on the sleeves.
Mark M. Redfearn 