In The Glass Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Lately in the mirror I see
images that seem more real to me
than recollections from my own past;
more like glimpses of another life
that come to me in a flash.
Since my own autumn season
is embracing me from within,
it's a comfort considering the changes
happening here inside my skin.
And an assurance, seeing my younger feet
run through golden fields of grass,
in a place I think I've always known
looking back at me now in the glass.