My Favorite Time of the Year
Leaves turn golden shades of orange and red
Sunlight filters through the branches on the trees
Cool, crisp air sends leaves swirling past my head
Caught in a leafy golden sun-lit sea
Apples, and haystacks, and cider, and pie
Bouncing children, rosy-cheeked and well fed
Horse-drawn wagon tumbles under night sky
Babies laughing ‘til they are put to bed
A cold wind blows crumpled leaves off the trees
The beauty and magic are almost gone
Grown-ups sit drinking decaf herbal tea
As they watch moon beams shine on the front lawn
“And we’re all a small, small part of this world”
Whispered the leaves as they drifted and swirled.
Sam Simpson |