Like Nature's Rendition of The Last Post

 

Something about the early dark of November kindles nostalgia...

Sometimes, like an old song a bygone era reappears

To replay on a phantom stage fond scenes of yesteryears

To coax back into being what will never be again

Save in a book of memories we open now and then

If only to remind ourselves not to get lost too long

In the bittersweet ballad of an intangible song

Wafting upon the starkness of an Autumn eventide

After leaf-notes have fluttered from the treetops where they sighed

...all summer long, like a love song we took for granted till

Whispers were winnowed one by one and everything was still

Save a gripping rendition of the Last Post being played

For fallen leaves; and moments and the melodies they made

© Janet Martin