When, under the noonday sun
The bristle of late autumn’s breeze blows.
Winter is nigh and the chill is alive
but today the children still play
under the noonday sun.
One shouts delighted
with the first and last crackle
of the fallen Fall leaf under toe.
Parent’s watch awaiting
another season to pass.
Autumn had kissed the earth
with her amber lips,
but left Just as quickly.
Taking her cheerful color
and leaving her icy heart.
The children are content with
even the greatest of change.
For them each day changes
in many a way. But for those
older folks, who have seen
days change to years. The coming
of winter brings with her fears.
When life is not new and
is in it’s waning hours,
when the bride and the groom
have danced, experienced first embrace
and walked hand in hand till death
did they part.
Will you sit with me and observe
the lively little children
who dance among falling leaves
as the gentle breeze, sways the foliage?
Full of hope and wonder
as we were when younger.
We watch the amber air
and breath nostalgic hopeful thoughts.