Frozen in the totality of the moment;

Immersed in the memories that trace back to the beginning.

Pieces of life dance upon me before taking flight.

Those fragments dissolve into the forgotten known of night.

I’m the one staring out the window,

Seeking to decipher the code in the leaves’ flow,

As they gracefully sway to-and-fro somehow refusing to let go.

Recollections of winter’s snow remind me of all the secrets I do not know…

Yet, the change of seasons still provides some reason to believe in the mysterious power of central cohesion.

The title of this poem was used via NightCafe Creator, an AI art generator, to create the top image. You can view more of my collection here.