The first chill of autumn
darker than the rest
it seems
when the swirls of wind
toss leaves aside to be
crushed by boots
and cars
And the night then
like the thinness of a
memory
can't be shaken, not
even by a candle on a
fireplace
In this your simple
phone call, you said
just
to check and see and say
that you miss it when I
was there
made it light again
And this dense light
of your voice
can't be shaken
not even by the wind and
rain
Aaron,
this is your usual great work.
And the night then
like the thinness of a
memory
that was the standout part for me. Bravo~
This offers almost a haunting feeling, like that of a painful memory. Rich...and deserving of a title. Good read, aaron.
Mary
Thanks Frost, glad you like it. I think that we have similar styles as I typically like your pieces very much as well. Thanks Again.
Mary, I'm glad to hear your thoughts on it, although,its actually a happy memory
Peter, for a title? I think that would be good, thanks.
Cheers