Today, when I was walking
I saw the “ghosts” of one friend after another.
In the faces of strangers walking down the path
I saw my friends’ eyes staring back at me.
It was surreal, as if from some other life.
I think it’s the horrible magic of September doing this to me.
The weather is bittersweetly cold
And the smokey smell of wood-fires
Contrasts with the impending frost.
Nostalgia always strikes me this time of year.
I see rich red and golden leaves
When I close my eyes
And feel the prickle
Of a woolly bear’s fur on my cheek.
more by Lëaf Ednïwinga
photograph by Noah Rosenfield