Autumns Of My Youth
The Autumn fires warm me
as I trace a path back to my youth
through the cast of leaves
all ablaze in their flaming hues
crackling
beneath my feet
I wander back to the days of my adolescence
when I would
frolick in the fresh raked leaves
that would scatter admidst a slumbering
ground
and then gather them to sew life
into the wicker man sitting in the
chair
with his corn husk hair,
starring at me with his button
eyes
and his October smile.
Just a child playing in the forrest
under a tangerine sun that peeked through the flaring
foliage,
flickering its kaleidoscope of golden rays
on the creek bed where a catapiller in his fall jacket
crawled across the jagged rocks
as the birds
sang the last song of autumn
reminding me that the days were fleeting
As the scent of burning leaves
lingered in the evening vapors.
How I enjoyed the rustic apples that shrouded the earth
in beautiful rubies laying upon the ground
waiting for natures creatures to scurry
off with them
to store away for a winter's brunch.
I stand here smiling
with my hands in the pockets of my jacket
as a crisp chill gives way
to hibernation thoughts of
wooly sweaters and hot apple cider scents
that
dance on an autumn breeze
chasing me back
to the autumns of my youth.