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
