
Falling Leaves
~
We fall like leaves touched by winter
chasing summery dreams,
sliding on fleeting illusions of love
and life among other things.
We glide with grace
towards the comforting ground
accepting a passing of seasons.
And in the midst of our fall
sometimes we question the reasons
for whatever is we found,
tempting our will to embrace
and hold on to eternal summer
as we helplessly fall
like leaves touched by winter-
–
H.O
December 2018
“Hair is gray and the firers are burning. So many dreams on the shelf. You say I wanted you to be proud of me. I always wanted that myself.”
― Tori Amos
