The leaves are falling again,
tumbling, swirling, dancing
and on a day like today
when the stars shone bright last night,
they crisp and crunch beneath my feet.
So I scuffle rustling along for a step or two
with a sudden lurch back,
painfully sharp,
to memories of childhood autumns
long since past
when I danced, gloved hand held tightly,
red wellies
scuffling rustling for simple delight,
with little pleasures clearly felt
by an innocent heart. |
