the fall season

The air drifts away remnants
of memories
clinging desperately to branches
of joyous strands
and dripping sentimentality

Days pass by as they lose
vibrance, bursting color
Transformed to withered dryness
thirsty for the fall of grace
to join the blanket below

Crunch, crackle, snap
Embedded to the earth
Time capsule of a time
lost and loved
Ready to sleep and be forgotten

'till time awakens it again…