Elliot Lake, sunset
Spread my blanket, press play
James Taylor, Fire and Rain
I always loved that song Now, a cruel irony
Cause, really, "I always thought that I'd see you again"

And so this is it....
Our last goodbye
Autumn is heavy in the air
Like a lost and sad  banshee
Her solemn hues, dusted everywhere

Seems like the sun is dropping faster now
Confronted with the unfair finality
Helplessly, I watch as it descends
A beautiful reminder, of our impending goodbye
"But if you want to leave, take good care"

Mr. Lightfoot serenades us
"Sundown, ya' better take care"

And the wind whispers through the  vibrant leaves,
of the forgotten birch trees
And I can't hear the songbirds anymore,
surrounded by a comforting stillness, but I have yet to accept,
....."I'm with your ghost again".....

-Judy Hitchcock Oct. 19