and so October came.

yesterday there were pumpkins in the market.

I am never sure why autumn brings such melancholy

the seasons always change

I am not sad for the flowers as the frost moves in

or the days that grow shorter

My fear is more how fast they fly by us now

those days

like pages on a calendar gusting in a strong wind

and gone and gone again

faster than even those red orange leaves

that fall and melt away

and maybe it is not even the days themselves I want to grab

and hold on to

mostly its the words

or whispers

or memories

that rustled past me this year

those brief moments that I wanted to grab

and squeeze

and press up next to me

flashes of summer

or a voice or a touch

that I know will be important later

and a dozen times when my ghosts

reminded me

they were here.

– Me 1999