the fallen leaves

of the trees

glide and drift and swirl

on the winds

above and below the branches

in the calm of the day and night

the birds rest within

and fly on the winds

between the horizons

i hear you sing and hum softly to myself

the days spent in rocking chairs in silent solitude

alone you are beside me snoring

under the light of the moon and the porch light

so many stories people tell

so many remembered and forgotten

all the moods of the world wrapped in letters

conveying their minds one to another

papers and text fly through the world

at warped and snail speed

i heard my father's friend's brother died

he was a beautiful man and fun

it's sad when lovely people are lost from the world

his father too but not his mother.. is gone that is

i brushed her hair once when she was unable due to an arm injury

i still remember their horses in the woods under the tall trees and the camp fires where their friends sang in the night together laughing and remembering their days

i was a shy kid.. i never said two words to anyone