[Baut Images: Amongst the Leaves]
I remember Autumn (as a child).
Smoky scents upon a crisping breeze,
And images of baked potatoes.
Frost.
Clear blue skies.
Hazy amber sun setting.
October's children running past the house.
But most of all, the cool, fresh evenings
That chilled me to the bone,
And made me long for All Hallow's Eve.
But I was a child (then).
A potential.
Dreaming.
Dreaming still.
Though the child's body has gone,
Yet, the child lives on inside.
I remember Autumn (with a sigh).
Roger Allen Baut
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