Summer Leaves
                       September 6, 2002


The restless air of dying summer
Kicks up piles of long-lost memories
Drifted into forgotten corners of my mind
Like the leaves that will soon be falling from the trees.    

Those trees whisper to me of things long forgotten,
Ghosts of memories of memories of memories.
But I cannot decipher their language
As the ghosts play hide-and-seek.  



                       -- Tom Digby
                       Written 15:45 09/06/2002
                       Edited  20:18 09/16/2002