Leaves of My Mind

Memories are strewn across my path
like the leaves, fallen from the trees.
Some are full of vibrant color, others,
a dead, gloomy brown

Blown by the winds of my life, they whirl
around me
Their movement never ceases, as first one,
and then another catches my attention.

For a season, and then
falls
and is covered
Under other memories it lies unseen.
Until another wind blows,
and lifts it up again.

And so, like leaves of my mind,
memories are born, live, and fall
but stay,
lying on the ground of my life.

Source: Written in my writing notebook that we had to keep as an assignment for Creative Writing. We were required to write a couple times a week, whatever we wanted to write.