All your years

As I sit alone
thoughts cross my mind,
a kaleidoscope of memories.
Cherish those
while they still remain,
as spring
fades into autumn—
may they last you
all your years.

Autumn leaves

Autumn leaves,
crunch under my feet.
Their disheveled shapes,
fallen cries.

Each tree, shakes off
its branches, in the wind.
As the season turns
and the weather changes.

Our paths become,
that of one,
who is lost in colour
and cannot change.