Yesterdays Memories Poem by Bonnie Collins

Walking in the wind, listening to
my feet shuffle through the fallen
leaves below, sent my heart with
fallen memories of days when
the season of fall made its exit

Golden hues of yesterdays birth
waved so furiously well knowing
its days were falling to an end

Inside of my heart I could feel the
pain as I watched the transition from
its stem to the floor beneath inwhich
dressed the air with sadness

No more did I want to leave, did the
tree want its life to go, however, like
all seasons, the begining was only
a day shorter to its end, with coutless
moments of yesterdays memories