Rare Sighting

The slow approach to autumn’s chill

Finds me deliberating still

The glide to humid midday lull

And morning’s edifying cull

Amid the haze of white and gray

Rare sighting to which thought does stray

In contemplation’s scope I’m held
Of needing life's essential meld


Reminders

Reminders of what used to be

Away with thought do carry me

And safely written by to keep

To treasure when I want to weep

They once existed, yes they did

Despite your wont to keep them hid

But I know that they did indeed

No matter if you have their need