by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The fall winds have stolen
the leaves from the trees
and layed them on the ground
in litters of types and colors
before they are carried
away in a gust

My days are stolen
by the darkness
that comes creeping
in with the night

It washes away
the nows
from today
and hides them
in the sea of memories
in my soul
as I helplessly watch
from my dreams

New leaves appear in the spring
as life cycles through the seasons
and a new day
dawns again for me
with brand new nows
that are yet to be

Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved


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