Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Some Always Remains

It's a kind of magic
that these warm Autumn winds
blow in memories,
hidden on the backs
of the leaves which
swirl around my feet.
I find my childhood home,
preserved in miniature,
near the stem of a brilliant
maple leaf
and I sit, mouth agape,
until the wind circles around
and carries off
most of what it carried in.


  1. Autumn does have a way of triggering lots of childhood memories - joyful ones, before we began to complain about the coming winter!

  2. Autumn is indeed a time for reflection. A delightful piece.

  3. Thanks Joanne and Keith, Autumn is my favorite time of year.