Coming home again...
Like finding a lost memory...
I'm finding my photography again...

Ode


Sepia

See these places, these faces I've known
Avenues and streets and dusty roads
The boulevard of my afternoons
Faded into a soft photograph
Tinted a tinge of melancholy
And maps and stones and crumbling ruins
But I remember Halloween ghosts
Birthdays and school days and sunny days
Friends and smiles and tears and laughter
Parks and picnics, school bells and church bells
Candles and city lights and porch lights
In the twilight of autumn sunset
Red and gold leaves fallen to the ground
From a tree with words carved long ago -
We were here....