Saturday, April 25, 2015

In another autumn

My brother Robert and my sister, Marjory gather autumn leaves in the mid-1950s 
at The Farm, on one of my mother's slides. We always enjoyed the bright autumn leaves. 
When we lived in Scotia, I remember my mother melting blocks of paraffin 
in a skillet and dipping in the brightest leaves to coat them with wax. 
Then Mom made arrangements with the orange bittersweet berries 
that grew beside the porch. How well I remember these striped T-shirts
that passed down from one brother to another. 
And how difficult it was to cut little blonde bangs as straight as this.

drawing near them
a sudden loneliness...
autumn leaves

translated by David Lanoue

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