November 2020

Watching the falling leaves out my window stirred  a few sweet memories of our children playing in leaves that I wanted to capture in poetry. 

                             Autumn leaves 

 

                          

I watch the autumn leaves lazily falling one by one

Floating to the ground in the light of the golden Sun.

They sway, they dance, they land upon the ground

Ever so gently never making the slightest sound.

 Yet when  I walk upon them and crunch them beneath my feet

They crackle and move and cause  me to feel so sweet

As memories of autumns now past rush thorough my mind,

Of Children jumping into raked piles and then so hard to find.

Their cheeks are filled with joy and redness of the chilly air

But they jump and swirl and hide without the slightest care.

These autumn leaves and children remind me that time passes quickly by

And soon it is winter where we are old and the leaves have all gone dry.

So, dance and swirl and play without a care falling into a heap.

For the winter winds soon will blow and the snow will be so deep

Covering any leaves that may have escaped the rake and left behind

But never forgetting their lovely descent and the joys of childish minds.