Keepsakes

 

Not

what can be held

in my hand

hoarded

too soon forgotten

but what

was etched in my heart

as delicately scrolled

as the ripples

in the water

and the clouds.

Found

Found:

Ombre feather

scarlet leaf

and

to my surprise

my summer self

who has

perhaps

been rambling

while I kept

busy busy busy

estranged

from each moment's

brief

beauty

 

Fleeing

 

The feeling

that the season

is fleeing

blown away

before I've even

had a chance

to breathe in

the dry, crackling

smell

of falling leaves

Though

it will be autumn

again

and again

this autumn

will

be winter

bare and white

before I know it