The dry leaves barely hanging on the trees

The winter arriving fast at the door of my mind

Still hanging on to the fall,

I write these words to you because–

I fall fast,

once I start to fall.

I am the fast falling kind.

 

I write to you somewhere between my mind and heart

standing here somewhere between the fall and the winter

I send you the fall colors

 

These are my thoughts

these are my traces

these are my lives

These are my notes to you–

before my fall.