Seasoned Mind

it’s summer’s farewell; i am falling down like all that around me like the last leaf in autumn’s wind twirling down my thoughts spin un-grounded out of control i see the trees bare of color little branches snap, like a mind lost in the seasons over time at times i feel more bare less colorful and more fragile then they could ever be they stand together firmly on solid ground awaiting winter’s cold hands yet i stand alone frozen from time and memories that taunt my mind awaiting warmth again