In Autumn I remember being
a kid back in the old neighborhood;
Riding my bicycle
through the quiet streets.
Sounds of Nature:
Winds, Birds, Leaves, a Stream
by the whoosh of a lone car,
or purr of propeller plane.
How I longed to grow elsewhere
to clink glasses with bright people
in tall, bright cities.
But this Autumn I Remember and Long
to pass again those quiet empty streets
late in Afternoon,
past houses of families I know
while a thousand leaves Tambourine at once.
A crow caws.
Wind crescendos like an important Becoming
heralded by moving, grand cloud shadows
all somehow felt inside.
I would like to be that little person again
long enough to tell:
Don't miss a precious flavor
of your perfect Days.
for Sharing these moments
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