Memories
Unfold
There’s a forecast for rainy weather.
Leaves on the trees have turned to gold.
smoke drifts through the trees in the morning
As a new season gradually unfolds.
It’s time to rug up in the evening.
The cold seeps in before dawn.
There’s something in the air. It’s an omen.
Dewdrops glisten frozen on the lawn.
Whales are headed north to warmer waters.
The sun dips earlier in the afternoon.
Clouds crowd the southeast horizon.
Autumns gone. Winter’s descending soon.
Inside, my heart and soul are changing.
in subtle ways only known within
Glimpses of deep snow are abiding.
Next to memories of places where I’ve been
Sorted in my memory like photographs
lined up and then shuffled in a pack
Like a deck of cards, they are an omen.
A memory of the past is coming back.
Long before my memory has extended.
in another place and other time
Memories flood back then drifts in the wind.
A prophecy is floating past another sign.
I saw you walk by in the evening mist.
Then disappear like the wind into the night.
Was it a dream or an omen I was watching
As you evaporated out of sight
©
David Rudder
2022
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