This is what happens when the mind wanders while doing some
yard work. It is cool. the sun is shining, and a slight breeze is
blowing tempting frustration at the collection of the leaves
Memories of Leaves
pulling Falls’
discarded leaves
to my feet
mixing, piling
one upon the other…
Missing some scattered
by a light breeze
which tempts the
frustration
of an incomplete
collection…
Memories gained in
a year of life...
Such are all memories
gathered in the
twilight of life.
The detritus of the living,
gathered and discarded,
at the feet
of humanity.
ccd
Oct. 2015
