Some buried graveyards.
Glimpses of forgotten face,
Traces of a path to an
Abandoned place.
Smoke from the ruins of
A house lost to a deluge.
Bday of a close friend whom
You don't want to wish.
Your own teenage self that
Seems distant..
The child in you who's not
Ready for the incoming
Winter..
You sit counting the falling
Leaves of the almond tree
In front of your home.
The hope that someone
Would come along to paint
That last leaf-
The cynicism of adulthood
Gets the best of you, and
Those who came along were
More interested in gathering
Your ruins to
Warm themselves first by
Burning the fallen leaves.