Along the axis of a weathered mind.

The fall of winter memories

springs back to mind in a moment

to shine through summer evenings

before all is lost

in autumn thoughts meandering

leaving a barren trail.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

"leaving a barren trail" ??? c'mon Andrew!! after all the glory and mystery of seasons cycles and memories .. a barren trail!!! ;) great word play as always .. bit of the real life for sure ... going to be thinking on that today sir! that barren trail .. hmmmmmmmmmmmmm :)
E.

[andrew mitchell]

haha thanks gene, autumn is a letting go, a trail less visited

[Einstein Noodle]

yes it is ... i read (somewhere) that Native cultures call winter the time of men in the lodges ;)))