Autumn Memories

Every year
About this time
When the air is cooling
And the winds are shifting
The thought of you
Re-manifests
Like the very first kiss of frost
It’s as if you were made
For autumn days,
Boot soles crunching the leaves beneath
The lace of the shadow of the trees
Passing in rhythm
Across your face...
It’s the scent of the burning timber
It’s the scent of the pine
The cinnamon and clove
It all brings you back to me
Instantly
From orchards and from concrete
The memory of your absence
Though somewhat bitter
Is also sweet...
Every year
About this time
When the weather is cooling
And the season is shifting
The thought of you
Re-manifests
In crimson, violet and gold...