"eternal recurrence"
Amongst the last falling autumn leaves
within the fading hues
of amber and orange and ruby,
the stillness of memory lingers
upon the silent sways
of a fall breeze,
Patiently waiting
for the touch of thought
as the cool air glides
through the trees,
A thin barrier exists
between the present
and echoing memory,
rippling
upon the touch of a
connecting mind
slowly sending out
quick glimpses of past happiness
and deep sorrow,
images of passing moments
of when things were different,
when choices still felt full
of promise,
Now among the dying remnants
of autumn
that is soon to change
to the palettes
of grays and whites of winter,
the weight of life's many moments
wraps around us
like a thick wool blanket
helping us hold in
the delicate warmth we have,
For the winter cold holds
no quarter
for our sentiment
and at any given moment
will remind us
of the present
and yet still
even with all our mistakes
and many regrets,
we hold steady
in the warmth of our memories,
Even if they do bring pain,
and sorrow, and melancholy,
Even if the world feels like
it has frozen your whole life
inside an unbearable moment,
we hold steady,
waiting for the winds of spring
to return
imagining the first flowers
beginning to bloom,
we pull in the next breath and
we hold steady.
-Armando Torres
