A soft breeze that flutters the edges of time
And stirs the past to the surface succumbs to
Lifting and shaking the tumbling leaves
Of autumnal thoughts …
But the last of summer’s green remnants
Shimmer beyond the depths of that
Limpid spring-like pool of silence;
Untouchable now in its innocence
And yet echoing through the mind’s seasons
Where a winter freeze of forgotten memories
Is never far away …