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.