Searching

Now the leaves are falling,
Shadows on the meadow,
Wind is moving on to foreign lands,sunnier places,
Familiar faces grow dim,
As I travel to new places,
Familiarity fades away to new beginnings,other times
Restless discomfort,hollow chasms is the feeling,
Things to mix with the senses,
Maybe an answer on a new horizon,
Fate is a secretive force,
Which spins,twirls,and tosses us to different shores.