Jane Q. Porter: Fall

Sunday, September 23, 2018

Fall

Vibrant greens fading into the sunset as the air bites my skin and the seasons change once again
The memories slowly drift to the ground, fly and flow around, its all a broken sound
As the children play each leaf is found
Our memories make for quite the playground.

Yellow orange red then brown, they turn to dust
We can't be found

Once vibrant green, now underground, our memories won't exist now
We can't be found
We can't be found

Our memories don't exist now.

~JQP

2 comments:

Sierra BraithwaiteSeptember 26, 2018 at 1:06 PM
"Our memories don't exist now" Love this
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Anna EarlOctober 4, 2018 at 2:14 PM
Hi! I really like these thoughts, thanks for sharing:)
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