WHEN AUTUMN WAS YOUNGER THAN SPRING

Seasons caperings and flights of hay loft fancy were silhouetted upon personal reflection in a girls private memory of the once-long-ago-too-young little Autumn Auburn.

This was a time implicit with newness, which looking back now seems far too far away.

Of course, she was a fledgling then of leaf skips and branch quiverings that drank the forests rich, when boasts against…