Tewksbury, Jacques-Cartier river, Quebec, October 2017, polarr, canon digital, ©Sylvie G
I revised memories
while raking leaves in the backyard.
I pruned memories
while burning piles of leaves in the backyard.
I tidied up. revised. pruned. the leaves. the backyard. the head. the memories.
8 réflexions sur « Autumn »
That photo is fabulous. And the poem…there’s something about a chore you do year after year that holds memories and scents and feelings and any one of them can trigger another. Every year at some point, there’s a particular scent in the air (usually warmth after a cold snap) that throws me back to a day raking leaves with my father. The poem reminded me.
It is nice to have such memories
A nice metaphor
Thank you Derrick
And she leaves.
Some of the memories.
Quel joli jeu de mots Caroline, merci:)
It’s were I live! 😁 Beautiful !
What a beautiful place where to live!