Proverbs 25:11

It isn't difficult to crawl
back into familiar caves
getting lost in
well worn
paths
through familiar woods.
familiar day dreams
fall like hopeless
leaves
in autumn
crunching under foot
and the air is as
crisp
as an apple
even at dusk
a few strands of gold
fall across the
dying ground
painting familiar pictures
on the
hopeless leaves
that crunch like
apples of gold
in pictures of silver.