A light Autumn's Haze Options

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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