Leaves drift across the way,
sweeping up the memories of
evening walks, lazy afternoon strolls and
those crisp morning jogs to catch the train.
Swirling up into a tight ball,
they cascade around my body
to fall at my feet.
I absorb them, as if they are a
soft mulch begging to fertilize.
A hundred rays of winter sun
swarm down to dance in my hair,
as the warm, soft rain
of spring drips onto my nose,
showering me with growth.
The rush of euphoria rides up my spine,
causing a clucking laughter to escape
my lips, jostling about on the humid breeze
to mingle with dawn’s robust chorus.
Treeshallow Musings 