A poem of recalling during summer.
(Image description: A photo of orange and brown autumn leaves swirling in the air. The out of focus background is a wooded area on a sunny day.) Credit: Photo by Oliver Hihn on Unsplash
Autumn Time
With cicada calls and the sun’s heat,
I yearn for other times
a chill in the air and in the bones
Colors so rich as they serve as a canopy
Walking side by side, door to door
with a plastic jack-o-lantern in hand
The favorite time of year, when the
ghosts of now go guising as they are missed
A butterfly,
A dragon,
What else might you be?
You’ve left hints here and there,
memories of encouragement,
to keep me company ‘til
autumn time.
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