Back again

Back in time to see the bales of hay strike long shadows at sunset.
Back in time for the apples falling off the trees. For the deer to forage what’s left. For the blackberries barely hanging on. 
For the late afternoon light to glimmer a warm amber on everything, but especially the tree trunks.
For the chinese pistache leaves to glow from within.
Back again for a few clear, warm days before it starts raining.
Back to see the fog rolling over a moon-like sun.
Back for the anniversary of …….
Back for the memorial of …….
Back to hear the beat of the crow’s wings, just overhead.
Back. But still kinda gone.