February 1984

Autumn (the fall)

up for a visit

in the quiet peace of fall

silent

but for the random memory

spoken aloud

thick underfoot

leaves

in red and gold

glorify the place of tears

vibrant in the sun

that shines

in cloudless sky

and glistens on

dark marble slabs

We had gone last fall to Picton to

see where Opa Ellen was buried

and to remember at his grave.