Glorious autumn days
a bite of depressing chill
gold of the fall
walking a masquerade
dance to overtures,
spillovers of
Beethoven’s Moonlight Serenade…
A swirl of orange leaves
blown by the rush
children tearing down the lane
jingle of bicycle bells
a stark contrast
like music
played by calloused fingers…
A fire breaks out
in a parched soul
lingering musty smells
of a long-forgotten past
a haunting melody
rising to the touch…
My season of reminiscence…
Copyright Sandy@2011
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