Leaving

Helpless rocks rest on yesterday' s dreams
hand crocheted articles of affection pile
by my side  where sole remembrance lies
in wait of one more visitor to limp my way
 
Chills carry with her the ache of night
frost fills the horizon as sunshine falls
yellow and blue fields barely hold life
and memories  of friends and fantasy

I'll be leaving soon when the night calls
a final guest   surrendering to the cold
the old  breaking off bread with fragility
words echo aimlessly  a slow wind dies