I remember autumn in the country;
a shivering flow of red and gold across
sidewalks painted in wind, and

the aching
tension
overhead,
waiting for a storm that never came
like some strange apparition
in those silent, empty mornings

I remember the colors that flew across the earth
an endless ending, both form and void collapsing
into one moment that seemed
to stretch forever

I remember those days
and even now, I miss them.