In the fall I often get
sentimental.
As the light changes--clarity--
I think of other times
the light was
just so.

A lifetime of autumns,
each bringing a new
life change, new aspirations and
inspirations--

Tonight I threw away
the baby’s bassinet--
the baby who was, replaced
now by a boy who 
will change, too, leave
and return, like autumn,
like the trees.