~
Autumn's
Replications
Revisited
~
From
my
window I
watch
the
leaves
dancing
in a
circle,
playing
ring-around-the-rosy
from a
gust of
wind;
as
memories
surge
forward,
for a
moment I
am a
child
again.
We are
on a
school
ground,
holding
hands
we dance
in a
circle
and
sing,
"Ring
around
the
rosy,
pocket
full of
posy",
this
nostalgic
moment
causes
me to
laugh at
the
unusual
and
funny
sight.
An
artist's
palate,
paintbrush
in hand,
Colors
of red
and
purple
splashed
on a
tapestry
of gold
falling
from
pumpkin
colored
skies.
Teen
gatherings,
roasting
hot dogs
and
marshmallows
over an
outside
fire,
evening
hay
rides,
lovers
locked
in each
others
eyes,
snuggling
side by
side,
wishing
for more
than
this,
holding
hands
and a
tender
hidden
kiss
Inspirations
for love
songs
and
sonnets
created
in their
hearts,
unsung.
No need
for
words.
Rubber
boots
and
umbrellas,
autumn
winds
softly
blowing,
folks
come
from far
and near
to hear
the
auctioneers
at
the
country
fairs,
others
visit
vendors
selling
their
wares,
women
folk
look
forward
to the
judging
of their
homemade
apple
and
pecan
pies,
each
young
lady
dreams
of'
taking
home the
first
prize.
Children
laughing,
playing
protected
by
faith,
oh how I
cherish
those
youthful
days,
reflections
thrown
back
again
and
again;
icons
afloat
in a
gilded
fall
sky.
Harvest
moon,
Indian
Summer,
natures
phenomenon,
reverberations
of
motifs
as
autumn
leaves
swim
by.
I drink
in
deeply
the
sounds
and
sights
of the
crisp
autumn
night,
enamored
with the
exquisite
sunsets
streaming
across
the
waters
of my
life.
Sacred
memories.
