On remembering

When the wind blows loose

Thoughts that spin

Like golden leaves

And trees whose veins

Remember summer

Are shaken

By the cooling breeze

The serrated pond

Reflects nothing

Forgets the goose

And its landing

Returns the sun

To the nodding reeds

When before tumbling

Afternoon morning breathes

Its last upon the water

I remember

Autumns past

That blew through

These same trees

Scattered the same sun

And in time when leaves

And night and winter fell

Slept the same

And remembered the same

Forgetting dreams

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©2014 Jason Anderson