Nov 2020
The pages of my life
turn
like falling leaves
as autumn yields to winter
gathering in piles
of remembrance
blowing and scattering
to the four winds
—never to return
(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)
turn
like falling leaves
as autumn yields to winter
gathering in piles
of remembrance
blowing and scattering
to the four winds
—never to return
(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)
