Fall Transitions Written in Leaves
I’ve had my share of trinkets Cluttering up my days. Memories are tugging at me, tying me down, Or did I settle in? My days are scattering like matches, Burning up the moments. Summer shrivels up like a prune, Sucking sap back into the root of things. A turtle digs down below frost line, Preparing for its winter nap. A shark swims by and leaves no trace, yet something turns up missing.
