Memories Wafting in the Mist
It’s a chilly November evening again,
I walk the deep woods trail alone.
Woolly aphids float from the deep woods
Dancing around me like snowflakes,
With a rush of joy, I remember
My brother and I, when we were young,
Spotting these woolly creatures
Delighting in their fuzzy forms.
I stop and watch them waft away
Into the mist of this grey dusk,
Just as we did, long ago.
It would have been my brother’s day soon,
The birthday we once shared.
I let out a little message to my dear brother.
I miss you, my big brother.
Let’s go hiking
One more time, together again.