A light Autumn's Haze Options

[Guest_ohsteve_*]

A light Autumn's Haze

Haunted by the ghosts of Falls gone
past and those yet to arrive.
This Autumns quintessential day fills me up.

My morning with a soft lakeside mist
full with the aroma of smoke ended embers,
half-eaten hot dogs, and Oak and Hickory.

Where we dabble our toes amongst the
dark stars, quiet breathing memories, rocket ships,
cherished friends, apple cores and kisses.

It was a day like this some thirty years ago
we tried it all for the first time.
And now the last V's are herding us home.

It's been a day of brass beams breaking through clouds,
sun is purpling the late sky and a distant train echoes
like an oboe quartet calling out the stars.

16 Aug ,2010
© Steve Pray

[merle]

Hi Steve -

Yes, there are a few crits to be made but I'll come back and address those later. Just a quick note before I turn in; I think this is a very honest poem which makes for good reading. I especially like the line about dabbling your toes amongst the stars...love that. I'll be back for an indpeth crit tomorrow.

G'night,
Robin