Thursday, September 30, 2010


No nip in the air
Yet the leaves are slipping
One by one, floating
Softly to the ground where
School children are destined
To step on them
Just to hear them crunch.

No hint of despair
Yet my heart is falling
Bit by bit, sinking
Slowly to the depths where
Memories are destined
To grab a hold
Just to hear me cry.

Caren E. Salas

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