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with autumn also comes winter
each one is a gift from above
my life began in the shades of autumn
leaves …..I can’t recall the sight
nor the smell of such a beautiful day
or the sight and feel of the moonlight
on my fragile flesh.

sometimes we neglect to embrace
the hours that are ours in real time
until they become a fleeting memory
memories like a ghost that weeps
for its fading life as it moans
sometimes we catch a glimpse
of a shadow from the past.

many times in my life I became a child
running through the woods barefooted
closing my ears to my mother’s call
after all I was deep in thought
and I knew time was not my friend
supper would still be waiting on me.

so many times in my life I’ve caught
the sunlight, moonlight, and the stars
in my hand the same hand that wipes
the tears from my eyes -only now I wish
to hear my mother calling for me
supper is waiting saving itself for me
always her voice grows dimmer.

time takes the autumn leaves to itself
handles them and strips them from the tree
time strips the memory too of loved ones
the early morning light falls on my skin
reminding me of how fragile my breath is
in the world of nature I’m but a speck
searching the woods , trying to find my
way home to my mother who died 53 years
ago.

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