Childhood futureReaping the rich harvest of last month's departure to the narrow road to the deep north of my memories, I continue my journey through August into the deeper interior that is always with me.

This image is what I looked out to every day of my childhood.  It is an accurate portrayal of the hazy future that always tugged at me.

 

 

 

 


not this tree, no! 
here the abstract shadow
of winter trees
my daughter 
has them too
eyes piercing blue
in winter wind
all that's left of me
escapes me
finger-felt
what the pine
had to teach
traced in the wind
the trails of my daughter's
autistic bent