I found  the ring I lost last Summer
It was lost in a drift of leaves,
and I wonder
how it got there.

I forget so easily these days
Yet I still hold memories
like cream in a fine china jug

Present moments just drift away
like these Autumn leaves
So I sit down with my jug

Like a bright eyed magpie
I pluck choice berries.
Then pour over cream
and like  those leaves
I drift, just drift away.