FallenLeaves

Now it’s November 
and as winter’s 
chill sets in 
and the days 
turn more into 
nights I’m reminded 
I’m reminded of 
whom and when 
of where and 
what of why
and they all
blow past me 
like the significance 
of fallen leaves 
all having once
been summer’s dream 
canopies as we
gazed through them 
pretending and imagining 
but like them 
these do just 
swirl and dance 
and then go 
to somewhere else