If you wish to remember the world with me in it,

Wait until the late of March or the April early.

You’ll find me on an autumn day,

When the wind drops and the clouds stay home,

When the sky to horizon forms a perfect dome.

If you wish to remember the world with me in it,

Do not choose winter, summer or sping.

You’ll find me on an autumn day,

When day nods its head t’ward the door,

Not quite three-thirty, and not quite four.

If you wish to remember the world with me in it,

Leave photographs alone and the tales untold.

You’ll find me on an autumn day,

When warmth in the garden is weaving,

Your mind washed with memories recieving.

If you wish to remember the world with me in it,

Do not look to sea or to mountain tops.

You’ll find me on an autumn day,

Hope clocks not to move, nor the planets to spin

The afternoon sunlight, you’ll find me in.

If you wish to remember the world with me in it,

Look for a day where all the weather’s been forgiven.

You’ll find me on an autumn day,

No wind whispered, no curtain of cloud,

Say the words “more wine? out loud.

Critique by Alexis Ingram