Two Steps Past Autumn

Leaves fell faster this year,
Maple, oak, calendar…
I rake them, mound them,
leaf through them
looking for childhood.

They burn in beautiful bonfires,
Sparks rise heavenward
like so many fireflies.
I travel backwards
to when I still knew how to sing.

The fire, suddenly shy
beneath a harvest moon, slips
slowly to embers.
I stir the ashes,
awaking old dreams.

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