a brisk october night

stars criscross

the clearest sky

the moon a trusted friend

casts its warmest glow

i gaze above

and contemplate

the stars remain the same

i too

feel continuous

a vintage memory

of myself

the little girl

i once knew

i take a drive

the old neighborhood



i pull my car beside the curb

and step outside

i won’t stay long

i imagine another night

in my past

porch lights are on

pumpkins lit

the street light

blurs a hazy mist

i close my eyes

i hear the leaves

crunching beneath our feet

as my friends and i

run through

haunted streets

if i listen closely

to my heart

our laughter lingers

in barren trees

i smile a thought

the houses line

the familiar street

the exact same way

a photographic memory

of treasured years

i stored away

a kinder time

i am older

and yet

not what i appear

we often

leave ourselves behind

the moments

of our past

i think about

the innocence

of my younger self

when scary

was a masked good friend

a bag of treats

a haunting night

of who i was

i blink a tear

get in my car

i sit a moment

to think some more

same old lang syne

a song from

my college days

begins to play

i start the car

and drive away

good night

i whisper to myself

to all the places

i have traveled

in the days

of not so long ago

a lifetime

of footprints to trace

never ever to erase

— patty

We drank a toast to innocence

We drank a toast to time

Reliving, in our eloquence

Another “Auld Lang Syne” — Dan Fogelberg



If life steers you into a dead end road, and you are trying to find your way, skip the GPS, take the road with no traffic. Founder studiO, early morning poet.