Memories Iii: Tapestries I of Iii

I remember nights on the south side porch After a full dinner & nothing on TV We gather to sit talk and listen to cicadas cry High Into the spring night Or deep into the fall gloom Or even long into the summers eve We watch lightning playing across a dark sky Anticipating the wrath of summer storms Or fall rains, spring showers I’ve remember my father weaving Tales of another time Another place stringing memories Into entertaining far away worlds He would strike a match A light will flare and highlight His deep creviced face I would watch enchanted as the amber Light of his cigarette tip trace lines in the night Weaving tapestries of other times Seasons long gone in memory Orange the color of his history The pumpkin light dance deep into the night As he wove stories of another past memories of his childhood With each deep inhalation of breath A Spark would flare an outline of his heavy creased & well warn face Sparks would twinkle in highlights of deep aged UMBER eyes Like reflections form long ago summer suns Or deep harvest fall moons