#60 – Chance
29/09/2017
Autumn has arrived.
A lukewarm sun,
Cool breeze, and
Leaves flying off trees.
Busy streets,
People dashing about,
A city in a rush.
– – – – – –
Walking while lost in thought,
Auto-pilot, face down.
Something drifts by,
So instinctively,
I stretch out my hand,
For a falling leaf to gently land.
A good sign?
Unlikely, but perhaps…
– – – – – –
A dry leaf carrying a smile,
And memories,
I’ll keep for a while.
Comments are closed here.