Poem: Leaves of Memory

In quiet winds the past drifts near,
Soft whispers through the fading year,
Each leaf a thought, each thought a flame,
That trembles when I speak your name.

They fall in gold, in rust, in red,
Like words once written, once unsaid,
And gather gently at my feet—
A harvest bitter, warm, and sweet.

Some leaves are laughter, still and bright,
That catch the last of autumn’s light,
While others curl in shadowed hue,
Still holding tears I never knew.

I turn them over, one by one,
Until the daylight’s nearly done;
The forest hums, the silence grows—
What fades remains, what’s gone still glows.

So let them fall, these fragile years,
And rest among my hopes and fears;
For every leaf the branches shed,
A part of love still burns instead.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie