Nostalgia

A little poem about the presence and soul of nostalgia.

NOSTALGIA

Rainbow leaves are scattered at my feet
Children of the dying Autumn.
At the bench, bellow the tree
her voice is warm and soothing
like a mother's kiss.

And she sang the song of the passing year,
of melancholy and nostalgia, of a door that is almost shut
but has a little hole of hope and chill
remembering those moments that are wasted, lost and gone.