I remember so long ago. I was a child it was autumn. My father said There is a time in life when you are more of yourself Than ever before or again. He was fifty one then. Was it something about the leaves? That made him say that. There is a time in life when you are more of yourself than ever before or again. I wonder for me is it that time now? I know so much more than before. Was it something about the maples? That made him say that. Yet only a single leaf was vermilion. I know so much more than before. I always thought he would live forever. Yet only a single fallen leaf is vermilion. Even his lifeblood held secrets. I always thought he would live forever. My mother his perfect companion. Even his lifeblood held secrets. I thought I was forever their child. I see my mother’s face at my age. Is this when I will be most myself? I remember my father’s words. In dreams it is never winter. When will I be most myself? I remember my father’s words. In dreams it is never winter He was fifty one then -