Raising Daffodils

My memories hum a tune I can’t hear, only feel the night plays on my mind as well as the sky the stars flicker and dance like the rustle of leafs My eyes linger on the chasm whose teeth chatter to the cold breath of wind that wafts of fall I sniff in the fragrance of rain just fallen my eyes search raindrops for conscious thought but reflections of clouds cover hope leaving echoes of summer’s sweet memory to fill my nose with the scent of daffodils An old tree's carcass lays where a young sapling grows through broken branches I cast its grey‑weathered bones between dangling feet I hear them shatter on rock and splash into river my startled breath fills me with the earthy tang of rotting leafs I look up at the moon riding towards the horizon and see the leafs raining, tumbling towards the Earth I find one, reddish‑yellow tipped in green In my hand, swallowed by stars, the light plays with my eyes and my mind imagines the dead leaves veins pulsing and my own heart beats in stride, beating until my face is blushed and my own two hands full of foliage reach up to the sky where my own body becomes more weighted and tied to the earth where my own legs become more laden and rooted to the land where my own emotion becomes more raw and hewn to the seasons where I am induced to reach as high as I can HIGHER still so that the leaves would again turn green and wave to summer breeze to once more be full of life’s blood and breathing! But the wind blows and my arms weaken the rain falls, and I weaken! This terrible wind continues to bite fiercer and a torrential rain descends in sheets burdening me until at last I fall to the ground, disgusted clawing my fingers into the dark soil in search of meaning in search of anything that would mean more than the past digging so that I could leave what I couldn’t forget leaving it so I could move on toward tomorrows worth living forgetting so I could remember grieving so I could move on Days turn to months, seasons turn to years and a young man now old visits the cliff near the daffodils and recalls memories of past friends and family, past loves and lost youth each time watering and cultivating the past so it will not be forgotten