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Memory of a Fall day

9/15/2022

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Fading or faded, the memory of a fall day, no matter how great
Slips away slowly, yet leaves an impression of the unforgettable
Much like a one-night affair of long ago, with that special stranger
Though love has since, followed with all kinds of specials
That one memory, lingers on and shows her head
At all the right and wrong places.
 
Sandwich between warm days of summer
And wonderlands of winter, she sits
Not particularly comparable, unforgettable nevertheless
How the golden leaves of Aspen, shimmer just so
The morning sting of the autumn air
A jab to the notion of what's to come
The heat of the afternoon sun,
A reminder of what just passed.
 
The cumulus clouds of the day's late hour
Majestically, crowning the darkening hills
Into the atmosphere to meet the rising strawberry moon
While the cactus and sunflowers shine still
To the autumn's dancing winds of change.
The harvesting crowd, rush to beat the shortening days
To pick the last of the apple, grape, chili, and maize
Before the frost freezes their goodness, within.
 
Indeed, it was a special day that is unique to all senses
As memory awakens the un-special, yet unforgettable
The heart recalls the unusual beat of that day
Much as it does, to the fading memory of the nameless one
And who was the one on that foggy night in London Town?

Reza Ghadimi
September 2022
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