Scattering Memories
Translucent thoughts
linger on the breeze.
A sigh’s echo, counted,
trailing beneath the trees.
Images in fluctuation
reliving days gone by.
If only in the memory…
when it’s not feeling shy.
Leaves of change engulfing
the seasons that are spent
Now scattering what is now
and all that was
the day it went…
© Debra Squyres
3/17/15
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