i woke up to the cold this morning,
yes, it is Autumn.
The leaves will soon turn to brightly colored flowers,
but there is sadness,
"Things" encroach on my mind,
yet they are not the source.
I make my way down to my exercise bike
and there is the source,
staring me in the face.
The remainder of pictures and memorabilia,
that i have not been able yet to sort.
I still miss my mom
and i do not find that strange.