RUNNING TOWARD WINTER

As frantic squirrels gather nuts

I hurriedly gather friends to my garden;

creating memories to last the winter,

locked deep in darkness,

as the nuts squirrels store

beneath the soil,

to be dug up as needed.

If only I can recall

where I put them.

If not, they will be reborn

when Spring returns

and friends gather once more

to bloom in full splendor

which far exceeds the memory

of what went before.