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
deep
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
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