Hi Steve
I don't know how I have come to miss this gem - a few suggestions:A light Autumn's Haze
Good titleHaunted 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.
This is a great St - love it!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.
This is my favourite stanza - wonderful descriptionsI really enjoyed the read
Snow