Leaves of colors, follow their new journey with the wind, remind me of all the memories and moments held in this dwelling of my heart.
Memories that I was hoping would die off like the season. Instead its people and places that come to haunt. I wish away the perceptions and illusions of love and companionship, for reality.  It seems like I will always have a longing to know about these things that take over my mind, in the autumn.
I want to be content and accept things as they are, how else am I supposed to grow?
Like the new plants that bud in the spring, and to rise to their fullest potential, getting to start anew.
I want that chance too.

©A. Harris 2015