Autumn blessings I send to you, my sister

Autumn blessings I send to you;
Resting on a wind of leaves collaged in hue.
To bring you memories of the past,
Like the burnt sienna shadows the tall trees cast.
Just like the infant autumn skies,
Her September sun and aster sighs.
I give to you my reminiscent thoughts,
Of golden days that autumn brought.
North Front streets lined with broken pavement,
At the old house- from attic to basement.
Two small girls danced, weeped, and laughed.
In a flower papered closet their imagination was cast.
Close your eyes, and fall into that old tune.
Grandma sang it on yellow afternoons,
About the leaves turning brown and the sky grey.
Those Mammas and Pappas of elder days.
A sunflower daydream, water faded and aged.
It still holds that power, of younger days.
Autumn blessings I send to you,
Let them take you away.
Breath in those memories,
Like a smoke stack distant in the haze.

-JMR