It's a kind of magic
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.
Autumn does have a way of triggering lots of childhood memories - joyful ones, before we began to complain about the coming winter!
ReplyDeleteAutumn is indeed a time for reflection. A delightful piece.
ReplyDeleteThanks Joanne and Keith, Autumn is my favorite time of year.
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