i will sit

 i will sit at the sun-blurred window
as naked branches dance in the wind
with thoughts of warmer days
(and memory of warmer ways)
the year is ending without you
here by the sun-blurred glass
alone with my many-chaptered reveries
first love of my childhood self
last thought in a gray-wreathed head

who can forget

who can forget
the lights upon an 
endless water
wrapped in dark and
fairy tales by the
endless grassy fields
who can forget 
music on a 
green hill where 
children play and
secret trails run through
mossy trees
summer has turned to fall
and left us with 
so many
memories