It was a freaky wind
The kind that blows through your bones
And takes your breath in a single gust
A single gale breeze through the tunnel
Formed by buildings that reach almost beyond
Your own imaginings –
Autumn winds break through
The barriers of memory,
Bringing forth a form of
Nostalgia that cannot be found
In any other season
Late September and October;
School begins and leaves form a
Kaleidoscope of hues that never fade in the
Dustbowl of memory, that in fact
Grow along the years, expanding to
Entwine a mind etched with extended
Perceptions
Just a breath of that autumn wind sends a
Spark of recognition – of what I will never know –
Perhaps just a feeling, an overall sense of well-being
A sense of what childhood was like, in those lost days
Of youth when all was before me and the world was far
From crashing down, when the sky was continually blue
And the fields continually harvested
And it was a time when the future was still far in the future
And it was a time when the responsibilities of adults were left to adults
And it was a time when a simple autumn breeze could spark an
Adventure beyond the wildest dreams of adulthood, when a simple
Day in September or October could spell either disaster or everlasting
Fortitude – it was a time never-ending and everlasting,
The world would never end and death was but a thing of fantasy, as was
Pain and all such rudimentary things – all beyond reckoning and reason,
What imagination would ever draw such things from the world when the
Everlasting change of autumn blew in and that scent came upon the air –
It was love, nothing more. Childhood love and companionship. A muse of
The imagination that would never find its equal nor die of the loneliness.
September 11, 2000
