The Wardrobe of Echoes
In the twilight of recollection a wardrobe of remnants unfurls,
each drawer a season’s vestige, a temporal tapestry of hues.
Spring’s linen of nascent hopes murmurs in lilac hush,
while autumn’s wool drapes waning chapters in russet reverie.
Winter’s sable coats of silence, interwoven with frost‑kissed memories,
summer’s gauze, translucent as moonlit tides, drapes the heart’s lilt.
The archivist of time, an unseen seamstress, stitches epochs with sable thread,
binding the palimpsest of days into a sartorial symphony.
When the mind unfastens, threads unravel, revealing the chiaroscuro of forgotten afternoons,
the weight of each garment a mnemonic burden, yet a lantern for the wandering soul.
Thus we dress ourselves in recollection, season by season, in garments of the mind.