Crossing the Yellow Lines
Pavers of life worn down with ware
Solid blocks built upon, set with care
October years spent mending the cracks
that Septembers years most surely lacked
Crossing the yellow lines
with a quivering spine
as November draws nearer
December years decline
Autumns harvest of memory troves
feels winters cold remembrance slow
Golden nostalgia, like falling leaves,
too briskly escapes in winters breeze
© Debra Squyres
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