Fallen Leaves

It surrounds me,
crisp autumn breeze,
the sweet smell of leaves in decay,
the whisper of corn stalks,
fading and ready for harvest.

My soul reaches out,
grasping for whispers of the past,
lighter days,
before life became
too heavy to carry.

Through fallen leaves,
I shuffle,
stirring them,
just to watch them fall again.

Crunching them,
just to hear them crackle.

I shuffle
shedding the weight
of my life,
as a tree shedding leaves.

A moment remembered
become once again.

© Michele Markley 2010