Thursday, February 19, 2015


Autumn remembered
I remember Autumn

I remember Autumn when I was young and the shadows signaled the end of summer

And growing shadows would chase me home for dinner

I remember Autumn when the shadows signaled the end of the nothing that me and friends were doing and foretold the coming of school where nothing was an activity that would not be tolerated.

For an young man 10, 12 or 15, the dying of the light meant something completely different than a Dylan Thomas death. 

But at that age who knew the difference

I remember Autumn