Something that lasts

As I clean

out the flower

bed

I put my hands in 

the cold dirt.

Leaves of 

all colors

are like a 

fall blanket 

over the summer

flowers.

This used 

to be my passion.

Being outside

digging in

the dirt.

Watching

life grow.

I am reminded

how much 

I have missed

it as I scoop 

the leaves 

in a huge pile.

The fall breeze is

a mixture of

warm and cool

and I am reminded

of the past.

I sit on the steps

and let the 

memories

flood my head

and heart.

Memories are

connected like 

that. 

Head to heart.

I look down 

at the flower

bed. 

New memories

are being planted.

The thought of

moving on feels

good in my head 

and heart.

Maybe one

day I will

find my love

of growing

life and digging 

in the dirt.

Maybe

I will 

Plant 

something

that lasts.

Something that 

takes

root.