To catch a trace

Tumbled thoughts fall,

as snowflakes white

dance in the wind,

memories crumble

from the walls of the mind

once bricks of moments mortared.

Golds and browns float cascading

downward to land

littering the landscape,

soon forgotten.

I trace the moment

rain trickling on the window foggy

to be lost in a place

called nevermore.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

Quote the Raven "Nevermore" to the score of " Autumn Leaves" when memories
color your days and snowflakes tease their way into your heart. Your poetry has
inspired me... as Cardinals brighten Winters lore. May your Cranberry sauce be sweet
and your holidays be a treat. truly, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you dear Pat and you too!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and they accumulate as the fall...and hopefully into what we can make into a poet man that will not soon melt...

but last all the seasons.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Nice words Jacob and thanks for reading.