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More memories from my childhood |
| A chilly morning breeze woke me and the neighborhood birds on the second day of autumn. Yesterday, the sun passed the point where the ecliptic intersected the celestial equator changing the seasons mood from summer to fall. I listen to birds praising the new season, celebrating cooler temperatures and the coming harvest. As shadow falls across my soul, I remember my Oklahoma childhood, the cottonwood in my grandparents' front yard and the way its leaves transformed from shining green to yellow. I miss the way the leaves announced the change from summer to autumn and their aroma when I jumped into the piles my grandfather raked in the front yard. Line count: 24 |