wind whipping through my hair
leaves blowing away, torn from the trees
to swirl in the air until they fall broken to the ground
yet the wind continues on, changing summer to autumn, the past into the future
sweeping down this street, this path I know so well
now it seems neverending, and I want to go running down it
I want to feel the air blowing against me as I race through the sheltered canopy of the trees
only to feel it carry me away, to feel my dreams lift me up from security
so I can fly among the clouds in the sky and whirl around on the wind with chance
how I wish I could capture the feeling of standing here in the wind
as the leaves dance around me and the trees wave their branches
I want to make this into something material
something, anything I can grasp, and feel, and treasure
to keep hidden away so only my eyes can see it
and only my hands can touch it
and only my heart can feel the memories of the past it exudes
but how can I?
no words, no photographs will ever capture the scent of autumn rushing
or the taste of the wind in my mouth
or the feel of the cooling air as it blows against me
it is intangible, can never be kept
this essence, this feeling can never be bottled and stored on a shelf
and so I must settle for taking a photograph with my mind’s eye
to be kept not on a shelf, but inside a compartment of my heart
so that only I am able to view it, and only inside my mind
which is, I suppose, what I wanted all along