Dull

seasons are colder

time crawls-

whisking me to unfamiliar places

the people I have met

have wandered for years

yearning for home

I found home once

each leaf that falls

into my lap

reflects another vision

every branch that breaks

under my step

reminds me

of distant

fleeting memory

sometimes

I watch myself

dance in the mirror

I feel alive

until everything

turns back

to grey