R/ckets and S/ntries

autumnal sense closing on road remembering mother, father, what have you. delicate each of age, until brown after orange, yellow and red, the prosaic truth. but isn't green memory as condition, working chlorophyll as agent? and then the deaths come together, constituted, you love what you had and still you are. here is the after all, forgetting the trip to Oka, West Virginia (wide part of the road), or once when I was younger. we all were younger, in the trees, riding home saddened...