The Light of Memories

In a pool of cascading light from a setting sun,

under the yellowing lace blanket of leaves,

shadows whisper with shifting light.

Silken webs amongst fallen leaves glimmer,

birds timidly twitter under the rising cacophony of crows heralding their season.

The light becomes velvet, a suddenly tangible intangible thing.

Sour lemons have given way to gooey, melted marshmallows and chocolate.

Sweaty hugs given over to faded flannel and crushed velvet kisses.

A lone guitar sings amongst a very un-lonely group of friends,

chords that bid farewell to receding sunlight and beckon crackling flames.

Stay.

Hold the season where new and nostalgia collide.

Be the memories.