Does the breeze on a autumn day
bring memories to you
autumn day's of yesteryear
so close within your view?

Does the glimmer of the sun
that shines upon the tree
remind you of other days
ones that used to be?

Do you get called back
into your memories eye
days of children's laughter
are now a moments sigh?

Perhaps it's why things always go
in seasons as they may
so as we move ahead in time
we still feel yesterday.

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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli