The Memory of Leaves

Napa Fall

Leaves fall

   After my warm day

Colors letting go

       Thoughts adrift

In transition

             Toward consciousness

Moments in time

                   Losing contours

In translation

                        Toward memory on a shore

Lapping waves

                              Rocks smoothed over

In transcendence

                                   Toward subconscious nights

Silhouettes of branches nearly barren

                                         An autumn moon

Ahead of a first frost on a monochrome morning

                                               Alas, my mind at rest

 

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