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