Autumn Dusk

September comes as no surprise October always follows

memories compounded over many years enlarge or fade

when our inner eyes awaken as visions jump from hollows

 where moments that have laid in wait are now remade.

Old embarrassments won’t dislodge with a shake of the head 

youthful follies perturbing old age must finally be filed

for certainty of winter means thinking ahead

preparing for Spring repairing tools tasks that have piled.

Sedums glow in the half-light they carapace like brains

blossoms not turning white but getting pinker with age 

hard purple plums ripening in bowls off-white garlic braids

drying on a sill showing success there’s been no shortage.

We relive past time to our delight or to our detriment

memory is both a sweet and sour condiment.

Dick Russell © Richard M Russell

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