#74-Hanging on

Only a few leaves left…

Most fallen,

Blown into the fields,

Resting, changing.

Rainy days will soon arrive,

And I’ll still walk by,

The same grey wall,

Once covered in life.

Spring seems far away

But when I close my eyes,

It’s close by.

So I’ll wait,

And imagine the colors,

As nature’s slumber begins…