Autumn... or Fall of the Year
(for Autumn is dead to me)

Old sensations course through body
Long forgotten aromas, sounds of yesteryear
Bring back memories best forgotten
Of childhood times, mixed with pain and joy

Go away, you! I live in Now
Tantalize other poor souls
Who'd travel back in time
Leave my doorstep! Out my window sill!
Silence, you familiar sounds!

Intruders all, counterfits of the past
Specters all of a life long past
What is it you require of me?
What gain to pose time long dead?

Nothing changes, then or now
Life empty, past and present
Deams long forgotten
Go then! Let me be!
For in contentment I fool myself.

9-23-06