i remember
the beauty of mantle lake
in autumn
the stillness of time and the beauty
of nature
seems a silly dream
now that i am back home,
but i want to be
there again
when trees of crimson, carnelian, canary,
and chartreuse
dance together in the dark of blue;
a chorus of colors
that speaks loudly to my soul—
i want a memory there
that does not speak to me of the ghost of you,
but to my enduring heart and assures me
it will be all right.
Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh raised in the rural town of Conneautville. In addition to writing, her favorite things are: nature (especially flowers, trees, and bodies of water), books, music, anime, and crime shows.
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