Harvesting Memories

Autumn smells like nostalgia

 

Football games

Cheerleading practice

Wearing woolen sweaters and pleated skirts

Sneakers turning black in the cinder track

Smells of coffee and popcorn coming

From the concession stand

Bearing a mural painted in ’86

A crusader’s painted caricature

With bent lance and smiling face

 

The green field divided by fat

Painted lines

Yellow field goal posts

Shining halogen lights casting the action into blazing action

Blue and gold and white

Cheering with the team

Cheering with the crowd

Voice hoarse

 

Each seized night of victory was an ego feast of epic proportions

 

The sun is somehow thicker, richer in the fall

The angle of the light gilding the hills

Trees covered in copper pennies and gold doubloons,

Ruby gems shimmering on maples,

Amber and topaz coat quaking aspens

 

My home is cradled in the palms of the hills

Nestled safely and crouching low before full winter sets in

With fierce storms of ice and snow

With darkness and a seemingly interminable stay

 

Now is the time for revelry

For bonfires and dances,

For hot drinks and slow cookers,

For holding hands and warming hearts

 

Now is the time to gather together

Give thanks for our joy in the summer sun

And gather before the fires of the hearth

Under the Harvest Moon

Counting stars until they wink out of sight.

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2 thoughts on “Harvesting Memories

  1. real fine writing, Jen–you described the football games i attended religiously in high school so well…all that enthusiasm…then these luscious words: “Trees covered in copper pennies and gold doubloons,

    Ruby gems shimmering on maples,

    Amber and topaz coat quaking aspens”—you really are a wonderful writer!

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