Strewing Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Leaving memories along the way like fallen leaves of
trees, we stray down pathways of autumn, watching
everything turn color, getting ready for winter's
soon to be decay of life.
As it was one spring day when I was young and playful
life around me in full bloom, now situated in heaven's
gardens.
Gleefully, portraying life as it was on earth so long
ago in time.
Future days will once again be alive and vibrant as
we stray continuously down pathways, strewing memories
like leaves upon the ground - one day to be picked up
like flowers in your mind.