My favorite season debuts again.
My soul begins to feel lighter,
and memories flood forward.
walks on cool mornings,
homecoming with my sister and I
in matching orange & blue sweaters,
smiling pumpkins shining from a front tree,
evening drives with the top down and
the swirling cool air danced to the beat of
my favorite song.
Memories stir a deep desire to celebrate
with an old friend I meet every year.
I want to be with her again…
Doing cartwheels on her freshcut lawn,
giggling like a child,
running through her fall-colored woods,
picking only the most brilliant leaves
to press somewhere between the pages of
Camden and Acadia.
Looking for the one solid rock
on a path framed by lobster traps
and lit by the fading sun.
Eating homemade ice cream
given by a distant brother,
while wearing a borrowed denim shirt,
sleeping on the foldout couch
to be closer to the fire.
Unprepared for an early snow,
hiking in knee-deep powder with bare
proof that streaks of naivete still exist
in the reasoning of a southern girl,
beginning to get a little scared
as the sun sets with miles to go,
yet the happiest pictures of me unfold…
on the top of Jasper Ridge.
The brilliance of a happy soul shines
captured for eternity in an album
treasured by my lover.
Last year came and went without her.
No time to play.
Another year is finally here.
Another white pin?
Now choosing to miss her or miss him.
Coupled years of distance
increase my longing for her warmth.
Will she and I create memories
now only known to me?
Will they be just as cherished
as those I shared with another?
Does seeing the reflection of my joy
truly amplify it …
the single look that says I was there,
and I remember,
and it really was extraordinary.
Why do I travel a thousand miles to
witness her yearly show?
Is it a well worn prop I use,
unable to unleash the passion
that already exists inside my soul
without seeing the color of the leaves to
prompt my memory of who I was,
and who I will be again?
Can I travel a thousand thoughts,
using words not distance
to uncover the key
that unlocks my own personal light,
the one that is uniquely mine,
but conceived for me to share?
How do I find the aura created there…
two sincere souls
thoughts never said before,
A simple time
with no interruptions.
Somewhere away from
and without paper tigers to tame.
Am I really missing her
or missing the carefree version of us
found under autumn trees
planted so far from here?
August 31, 1997
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