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.