Missing Autumn

I see the comings and the goings...
the trays and platters brought in
and emptied
people growing, people shrinking
excitement for the first time
laughter at the young, naïve

today there are leaves
tomorrow there are none
the night sees them red
by dawn they are done.
there are so many
comings and goings

what does it mean to have stake?
a big bite.
what does it mean to taste them all?
a layer of dust
is all we are.


flipping through an old notebook in search of a song name, I came across this old rambling. maybe you could call it a poem. I leave tomorrow. The only thing that makes me a little sad about this year is missing Autumn.

I took this photo last year at my home in Sharpsburg, Georgia.